it starts in a flash
we never notice here because
its expected that we agree
to live like this without
complaint and a dosed smile
to be docile and meek
sometimes with fanfare great they
come inspect frown tear up
leave talk into microphones their
grief that its come to
this and then get rushed
to mansions before dinner time
Sunday January city center we drink coffee and eat i wander through the paths lined with counters and men with steam tables full of tacos and paper hats from another puritanical time when under your floors we got away with naughty things and Tommy gun rounds i smell the 40s in the maize pastrami sushi air while twinkling organic trinkets catch their shines in the corner of my eyes as they move to the ceiling fans keeping my ghosts a few inches above the ground old and new we merge in agreement and dissolve in short spurts of peace
stairway to heaven is closed not under remodeling and owner has not gone fishing
the sound if steps drowned by the city noise voices flapping wings cries microbes eating away flies decomposing of things in the gutter and our minds traffic lights flash gasoline prices clash with American dream promises law enforcement law encroachment law deflation hunger pain need desperate ants we’ve become we have the potential to sell the soul of our children nobody knows not even me i just walk see repeat revolt retort with broken heart to mend by the edge of next block the children shout while learning to fly away from this discord
the trash tray
8th and Union
food bank abandonment
majestic label names
won’t wipe away
our soul hunger
sun has had his days
with you now my eyes observe
your bone’s offering
liking the gg allin f/u sign on the bark 😏
no moon sky shiver
clean shirt washed face hot coffee
thoughts transform slowly
another year passed
tonight we’ll hear the empty blast
party boys and girls midwife
another year that’s filled with strife
but i promise you this
my lady queen city you bitch
we will be happy and cry together we might
the cellophane kings who think they’re in charge
will continue to wallow in false putrid paradise
as you and i queen city your people
shall rise
words less spoken 