Face the Fall

Standing to fight in the heart of the city The jungles of asphalt where neon flashes evil as sidewalk dwellers window shop hate and find peace labeled “Not for sale” I cling to my beliefs in lamp post graffiti Spray painted wishes fading in color and store owner nightmares, defacing the brick walls with burnt flags surrounding my very existence Fear falls in pamphlet raindrops, pages scattered beyond the welcome mats of big box politicians in paisley ties and pastel pant suits shaking hands and scamming votes Promises made circled in cigar smoke and cheap eye shadow fall on unsuspecting ears as truth until the “sorry we’re closed” signs spin in favor of loss… opening for business to the throngs of the thoughtless I see their eyes, hollow, faltering of sorrow as worry becomes the next day’s problem Reaching into my pocket I retrieve the French braided wings you gave me…just in case and I fly to be with you Unable to face the fall…of humanity