Delegation of Skin Protectant Cream
It just so happens that fear has always been here
around corners and in magazines
busted newspaper stands
and telephone screens.
But who even cares anymore?
Old Section Line is vacant
of familiar footsteps,
it just so happens that the world
worlds.
This street reeks of a charnel house, sirens howling
like trampled paws
but who knows where they trail off to.
Section Line
has a face like a kicked-in fish tank
and the moon pisses yellow into its cystic acne-ridden
maudlin-drenched snaking track marks left there
by the City That Works.
Art fills the void, but it sure as shit can't fill a pothole.