Literature
11th Street Blues
Peace signs carved
Like bullet holes
Into battered brick walls
On the corner,
Kids gather around
A nameless man,
A statistic lying in the gutter,
A target for superior social status
Who has no voice in
The long scheme of things,
If you can believe Fox News
The buildings loom
out of shadows cast by
Old sodium streetlights,
Orange moons that
Illuminate potholed arteries
Trampled by sneakered feet and
Shattered glass
What dimly-lit cubicle crow's-nest
Casts its eye from on high
Through Venetian-blindered lids
And scans the world below
For signs of life?
Don't jump.
The police don't like to be bothered.