urban project
Urban project
misalined
Pavements cracked
That guy smacked
Of no good
Full of shoulds
A few broke coulds
Into the woulds
Dreams crashed
The get away car
Wrecked
Stolen stash
Thoughts mash
Meshed
Left behind
Small and scrawny
Stowaway
Fire engine rides
Skate boards fine
Up the concrete ramp
Into the night
Wet shimmer of tears
Hide the fear
That there will be
A terminal fight
There is no right
There is no wrong
Strength don’t show
Who is strong
Sneering snivel
Waiting MATE
Knife blades click
Snick and slit
Slick
Ooze
Booze
Running
Piss stain
Sleeps in the drain
Head bashed
On the curb
Grubby threads
Foot falls
Treads
Dread
Pigs eat bacon
But you’re not even the sauce
Just the gristle
Maybe bone
Alone
Home?
There was one once
Hey what’s the fuss
Dying by degrees
Resting world weary
Eyes stark
Panic flares
Out cold
Cadaver no name
Shame.
Posted: Sunday, October 28th, 2018 @ 9:57 pm
Categories: Poems, Political.
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