Howard Beach

weathered fences broken slacks covered the shores of tan grit that stained the walk way of uncharted territories i frolliced about tainted steel the hidden smell of poshed hair tonic as i reached for the door handle quickly comforted by thought mingling about stirring about cold tire rims spinning spokes i'd remember the jaded hours focused on the infamous coming of the dawn shattering balance and lure dangling about crowded burroughs empty canals and rows of rail road tracks nestled underneath rusty viddocks lined with vacant storefronts filled with the stench of molded cartons rotten produce and spoiled fish morbidly covering thee abandoned market place