Dusk was approaching the scattered few drunkards slumped toward the river on rot iron benches
The Book of Mormon
Lay safely underneath the trailer
In Kerouac park
That houses supplies for blizzards
The streets were surprisingly empty for the first time I felt hope?
Even the tags on the dumpsters next to the track marks
Struck me as innocent
Adorned with halos
The deserted liquor store
Counter a plastic wrap of doom