Searching For Pennies
Cob webs from the city sticks to skin
as you pass through its strings
Travelers sees shadows of empty enemies
standing on corners where hustlers
and men in wigs wearing worn out heels
sell there wares
Taxis pass, moving swiftly
wet streets cause their tires to hum
Food carts singe carbon fueled air
Old men linger by drugstores smoking and coughing
searching for pennies, dropped by those in a hurry
Prisoners of bad choices their fingers broken
by what could have been
their anguish leaving footprints upon footprints
on the cold cracked sidewalks of dark an empty
A street lamp burst, a rock thrown in anger
noises mumbled from alleys filled with garbage
part of a neon sign flashes from a bar
where shoulders and backs lean against a wall
covered in painted illusions of human screams
no one sees, no one hears
only the blind are allowed to pass
faces burned by their disguise, tightly worn
trying not to be noticed
before night falls
5/18/17
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