beat city

shooting up

like stars

the buildings

stand in

line along

the street

glancing at

one another

in the 

blue air

of downtown

no where

 

the lionheads

eyes through

ariels and

signs meets

my stare

the rain

rains  beating 

down on

beat city

 

its colder 

in the

suburbs  pollution

keeps the

city warm

shadows cast 

themselves down

hook the

ground  buildings

block the 

disillusioned sun

the moon

like a 

white eye

always shines

brighter during

the day

 

one word

could say

it all

but saying

it means

nothing  like

an addict

shooting up

with an

unclean fit

a drug

is still 

a drug

death is

still dying

the soil

on the

chests of 

those lying

in the 

yard is 

too heavy 

for them 

to breathe

 

people smell

like disinfectant

broken bottles

make good

knives  dark

glasses are 

a threat

smiles warnings

 

poetry could

re invent

the world

except here

living in

beat city