The seagulls at seven am wake me (If you’re not inland, what is this outland?) Whatever it is, I love the sound of seagulls
Honking cars, sirens,
must might be cheap judging by Because there’s graffiti outside the window
Rival symbols On the building’s white bricks
of a building so tall I can’t tell for sure if the sun’s out. Something about cheap and graffiti appeal As if Maybe I’m paying penance being here. Can I confess?
I’m feeling like cheap and graffiti