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
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
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