suburban visions
of
frickin’ picket fences
and
sittin’ in picnic benches
thinkin’
my luck was endless...
unlike living under their lenses
unlike the unbecoming friendships
grapefruit sunsets and
violet nights ventured out
into seedy spots
with a
black maglite - now just a flashback.
a past life unsure what it was to act right
pain in order to laugh blind
if only i knew
ignorance is a trapped mind
but
I'm not a bad guy
I've witnessed ways to
pass time
that I wish I gave
more
thought
too.
urban sounds
sirens gunshots whisper
down alleyways where trash
scatters blame, who's fault?
who cares.
as long as I got
what's fair
it's fine. I'm afraid
it hasn't been fine in sometime.