GRIMSAGE

streets and alleys

Drenched in lethargic excrement

From above

engines sputter and spin

Feet flutter and flop

sometimes

It increasingly gets hard to breathe

The air is thin

The light is gone

The void of touch

Can be felt so vivid

Like a kiss from a mother

Waking you for another day

Only to be greeted by insufficient funds

receipts and debt

Dragging you to where you believe your supposed to be

The sounds of nature and the city’s synthetic harmony commingle

Forming the back drop of

what news weighs on the song of the sparrow this morning

Sprinklers go off like mini machine guns in the night the train roars in the distance ushering a few stranglers dancing into the night as they zig zag from the train station erupting out of the ground with people, cars race to nowhere

its noisy but other wise quiet

The unsure ness lie within or without

Is it this that lies in truth or the decadent like a delicious slice of cake or sneaker will blood and South American sand

I thought my death could atone

Pay the blood price

Flesh for flesh

Soul for soul

But things aren’t always what they seem then sometimes that exactly what they were

What’s the sweetest thing you can think of

I’ll wait

like really think about it

expand on it

Go ahead

when you think of sweet

listen to the streets

What do they say

Starting fresh

The bed of peonies looks

Too many people

mechanic whirs, caramel air

Pursed lips sit perched upon dry mouths

Cats and dogs emerge

Soggy cardboard thank you bags

We scatter to find shelter

who can tame a soul

Which one of you’s can do it

How long can I stay

this station ain’t what it used to be

Copper fixtures arise from the cracks in the worn out tiles budding into pátina(d)palm trees

reaching out grasping tightening

like Veins in someone’s throat when their yelling

Pushing in through the roof of the underground passage way

hushing and hurdling

whoever entered to what awaited

on the other side of the tunnel

Enameled walls whos shine faded with constant contact with sticky hands of the offspring of well to do urbanites ushered in line for day trips

Oblong shapes left behind by careless gum chewers various as the planets in our galaxy, forgotten on the tiled floor of this human haven, littered like the stars amongst the cosmos

These pods , Rocketing us through tunnels at a speed we humans could never accomplish on feet

Forcing us to be close

get us to where we need

Where we want

Where we desire.