Streetbeat

who's counting bridges in shiny town the air-cutting sirens sound closer today and newsmen run to compile their shows around the sidewalk sleepers trucks reversing shout their intent to ear-phoned hoodies and baggy jeans swinging necklaces of vape machines these eyeless rats they scurry shop doors suck and spew their prey where round white gum stains every step and windows stack like giants high sit suits above the gutter seeming bots are running late while others dawdle killing time these faceless fillers with coffee cups and phones to other worlds