Trying to think of a poem
that describes an Autumn country scene is
hard to do
while the harsh realities
of city life screams up through
my window
A cold scream that hardly lets up
like a grotesque poor man's soap box
with different plots involving
random chaos interwoven with many poor souls just trying
to find their basics in life

Swimming through the flood of drug traffic,
drowning to the beat of paranoia,
a sense of oneself being devoured by
the abyss of deprivation
Being stolen, surrendered, surrounded by toil
in this unworkable society,
all snatched by unreasonable reasons
And so, the signs of the city street and other dismal streets
signify thus:
WAKE UP BE AWARE
NO COUNTRY DAYDREAM
GRAZING
ON THIS LAND!!!