Graffiti on the concrete jungle. Blendingredients mix urban aesthetics. Leaves of the Amazon for sidewalk natives. Bees crowd homeless as they mumble. Yelling at stop signs and buildings. Me not them•meth-tone'm. Stumble and wobble scratching paint with keys. Nails on a chalkboard, abendrot evening. Crystalline inevitabilities share brown paper bags. A passing fancy that weaves birds, buzz-feast. Rest is no story for no wallet tread. Raw leather with inner folds open. She costs fifty dollars, and hawks eat hornets. Light a smoke, neon glow pours in. She knocks on my window, "Cut you a deal?" "I bet you will, babe," I bet you will_deep. "I'm good on the honeycomb." Nectarines.