when left to wander

One tends to eye-fuck everything in sight----        
       
        
Thought 1        
(Scattered in the corner by the Bakery, probably shattered there by some idle drunk bastard who might have concluded "the society" is an illusion and loitering is flattering, merely a concession but one more accepting than sucking the "diseased whore" who offered you her Button to quickly stitch)          
       
Thought 2        
(The glint of the glass in powered pieces, fleeting in the wind, almost wanting to take the remaining shards and stab that Hobo, sitting on the next corner in the nuts, for smelling so green)        
     
       
Feasting and dissecting wonders as minute and mundane as a broken beer bottle;red. To as majestic and mysterious as the 270ft skyscraper a mile down the street; obelisk.        
       
     
Thought 3        
(Yo, that shit is tall as fuck! The workers who built it must have some strong backs! Looking at the structure so raw and real, Twenty people, at least, had to have died. To stand at the edge and embrace the open vastness; seeing that view must have felt like being at the feet of God {feeling like a demi-god}, a realisation which, more than likely, drove them stark-raving mad that they simply walked off the plank)        
     
      
She reminds me of my great-aunt who always smelt like toll-house cookies and whiskey; sweet.        
       
     
Thought 4        
(Wait, that's the Driver!! Damn I missed my bus)        
       
     
       
----the mind is a dangerous thing when left to wander; random rants.