In the amber-smog flicker of the streetlamp
raindrops stick
like molten copper ticks,
and gnaw away at the wrists
of the wrought iron railings.
Boy stares down through corroded metal steps,
takes a breath
of midnight mass crystal ****
parts his hair with his fingers,
and spits into summer’s face.
Down below a cat hisses in a dumpster,
rats scamper,
and a trash can orchestra
churns out a ****** rhythm
to the tune of traffic jams.
A shiver as Boy feels street corners looming—
one more fix,
then, on legs like tinder sticks,
down the spiral staircase
to where chanceful delights await.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 3:50 PM UTC
In the amber-smog flicker of the streetlamp
raindrops stick
like molten copper ticks,
and gnaw away at the wrists
of the wrought iron railings.
Boy stares down through corroded metal steps,
takes a breath
of midnight mass crystal ****
parts his hair with his fingers,
and spits into summer’s face.
Down below a cat hisses in a dumpster,
rats scamper,
and a trash can orchestra
churns out a ****** rhythm
to the tune of traffic jams.
A shiver as Boy feels street corners looming—
one more fix,
then, on legs like tinder sticks,
down the spiral staircase
to where chanceful delights await.
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