10/7/17 2:27 AM
Some nights in this shit town on this shit canal
You can feel alive
Like you can feel eternity
wrapping around the crumbling Victorians
Manifesting in the worlds loudest chevy cavalier
Screaming out melodic muffler issues
It will cement the moment
Monuments on these streets are parked cars and
faded blue signs
Wiping ash on pavement for weekly Ash Wednesday
Anoint this parking lot
Where the cats have returned angrily
Finding me and sprinting
Those skulking sentinels have taken up their watch
My decaying apartment
With no yard and crash tested couches
Leaky faucet in a janitors closet
Has its own faded blue sign
The two stray cats that arrive when I write
The feline eyes and parked cars are mascots
Monuments and sentinels in obstacles and fentanyl
Losing my mind on busted stone stoops,
I see visions of canal waters and beleaguered drunkards stuck in crystalline loops.
Cursed with noise from siren and bugs
This town that never settles keeps you jumping through hoops.