Something new… untitled as of yet…
The lions and
Tigers of our youth,
stalk the sordid alleys
concrete jungle that a city is
in search of prey
of play
of any word on what the point
of living is.
They leave their unintrusive selves
in black-lit pasts and background social scenes
only bring the sharpest knife
to the fight
the conflict waged in brutal words
and apathetic stares
that preen and start
in the alcoves of physical commerce.
Leaving cares and manners alike
(so alike) in the basement apartments and rundown condominium highrises,
the beat up bungalows on the borders of the burbs and the metropolis,
where society stirs in self incriminating circles
only in practice, it is just practice
for the play of words and fists,
guns and knives,
but also hugs and kisses,
on the streets of the city
in the passionate grip
of those sickly-sweet summer nights.
