Alleys of
Abandoned junk
The place stunk of famine
You carryin’ that candid look
And sunk into the canyon of
Drunks and drug addicts
You bunk with the valley’s doves
‘Cuz ghetto gates scrape angrily
At grapes dangling
Fantasy creates anguish
For fate’s entanglements
Mangled mutts bare fangs
Choking ivy stares blank
But ropes sublimely
Who dares bank
Where hope is stymied?
There’s no curbin’
Urban rot
You’re deferred
When you stop to get a word in
Emergent sprouts curl
With malfeasance
Like they’ve no concern about seasons
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