Kensington Avenue, Philadelphia

Where is this? Are we on Mars? America – just count the stores, capitalist carnivores. That so-familiar movie score, the swish of passing cars. The city built on Brotherly Love (Wells Fargo, Fitch and Abercrombie) at the mercy of Pam Bondi - was that a person, or a zombie? – What was Madison thinking of? Car’s no use: no place to park it. Arrested at a funeral home. No gravel pits, no air, no loam - eat your heart out, Kristi Noem (Checks Cashed Here, Medina Market) Can this be noon? It feels like night. What are these groupings? Hangouts? Dives? They’re ganglions? They’re human hives? Squandered talent, wasted lives. Subway line blocks out the light. Sidewalk garbage. Mostly men. That hokey old verbal agility, “insure domestic tranquillity” correctional facility for the heirs of William Penn. Human beings are detritus (Lifetime Nails, Olympic Sports): To clean it up, we use the courts Perhaps we ought to build more forts - and thus our id comes back to bite us.