A beggar walks on down
Pushing a shopping cart,
***** bottles ready,
Gonna drink tonight,
And the lady on the street corner,
heavy makeup, tight clothes,
Has her sight
Set on the dark,
Peering into the void
Waiting for headlights to approach,
Gonna make some money tonight
While a man stumbles
Beneath the neon lights,
Shops of the seedy kind,
Pawned gold watch and all,
Gonna get high tonight,
Last call on that Saturday,
A nameless bar,
Two drunks whisper in
Each others ears:
“come with me honey,
For a hell of a time”
And she laughs
In drunken delight,
Gonna have some fun tonight,
A child awakes
In complete fright,
Monsters, ghosts, ****** knives,
Crying to his papa’s arms,
Gonna be a long night,
A lonely fellow
Stands on a stool,
Noose necklace ‘round his neck
Last few tears run,
Gonna be a short night,
Two young women
Head home in the dark,
Tailed by a mad cat,
Hidden face in black coat,
Gonna have a feast tonight,
Dogs bark somewhere far,
Active, excited,
While neighbors complain,
Gonna sing tonight,
A gang approaches
A coinless man,
lost all betting,
He owes ‘em money
And he’ll pay in broken teeth,
Gonna be a ****** night,
Taxi driver smokes
Another pack,
Desperate for cash,
More customers who'll buy,
Gonna be a late night,
The cars honk everywhere,
The lights
always on,
That city never seems to sleep,
Every night:
New scenes,
New people,
New victims,
New fools,
Everyone trapped,
An endless loop
Where insanity feels right.

The stomping of feet
through the streets
as the rain falls
rapidly, and calls
answered by police,
the violence won't cease,
Barricades spring from under,
bullets roar like thunder,
accompanied by children's screams,
blood flows like river streams,
people hang from ceiling fans,
and applause rings for their plans,
the politicians: clap clap clap
in the capitol: clap clap clap
and then like the end of a storm
silence: the new norm,
orphans and tears,
abuse and fears,
the regime has risen,
a new world has risen.

Bubbling
in the cauldron
of my mind
lie ingredients
of a special kind.

                                  On the brown
                                  liquid surface
                                 the sweet aroma
                                 of fresh story
                                     lays siege to home.