Persian Rugs

The last 2 days, I've been slurping Thai noodles on the top of the world
The air is thin up here
My lungs require 2 puffs from an inhaler

Sweet Persian voices massage my eardrums like violin strings
Deep fantasies override my self inflicted curses
No time for my thoughts to run wild
My brain is too busy calculating the outcome of every decision
In a world where 1+1=x, Mr Improve could be one of the X-Men

The unpredictable calmness of my mind could pass for a jaguar 
I'm almost sure of the results

Deep rooted explosions fill the room with my future
Hot lava is the only sign of my excitement 
The rest is hidden behind my black mask
Buried in my gut
Near my heart and a sign that reads "Do Not Touch"

Hot showers wash off the stench of yesterday 
Takes deep cleaning
Like scrubbing sneakers with a tooth brush
Low whispers to the Heavens
In the back of my mind wondering if I'm wasting my time

In my second year of the school of Kwame Battuta
My GPA is slowly rising
I'm a fast learner but these equations have troubled the Einsteins of the world to their death beds

Catching life's rhythm
A snake charmer at my core
One false move could be more lethal than the bite of a black mamba

Only the City of Angels could produce these types of ecstasies on the third day of the week
This is also the only place that creates so much excitement from ones own destruction
Like cheering on a gladiator in the Colosseum