Street Smart
Glove river
long gutter
leads to every
busy window
voices break
on through
like sweat
in faceguards
one of sixteen
wearing masks
uncovered
line up
fight for first
place, final party.
Crack
Down to count
own fall
check shoulders
on the mat
yet you
just sit.
Junkie nod
sans junk
is easy
just wait
and assess
where you are
days end
veins empty
fixless fade
to nothing.
Strung out
all legal
beware
life leads
to more drugs
if smart.
White Plight
Streets crack
from total
accusations.
Every sidewalk
murder rows,
crow circles.
Be like small
towns, scream
proof windows.
Mom pleads
never go out
and get killed.
Darknesses
blend better in
urban shadow.
Killers wait
on every block
leading home.
She stamps out
imagined dangers
from city spine.
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