I smell the streets –
They smell me.
We rub up against each other –
Knowingly.
In the shade
The stink still falters,
While in the heat its perfume alters.
The dead, the dying,
The unmoving few
In doorways drink, that’s
Nothing new.
The swank, the silly
The squandered dreams,
Chase behind- unknowingly
on these social seams.
The pretty, the wealthy,
They speak without clue
Of injustice and poverty
– As if they really knew!
The diet of greed
Has led us astray
Each one of us guilty
For it being this way.
Tomorrow again I’ll stalk
Shadows and dreams.
I’ll count myself lucky as ever
As if I know what that means.
©TheHairyTeacher2013