The city is severed into sections of ally and street

it's like a waffle, only

instead of syrup running,

it's blood.

From the inside:

that ghetto basketball court that once entertained

man and boy alike,

the gutter that emitted the smell, you know the one,

the statue of the person that you don't' know who the hell it is and that birds have

insulted for years,

the installment of a cop, who is not a man but an instrument,

a discarded needle,

homeless, in body and mind

its' all there, ready to step into