able to leap

cement, cold steel, glass drown it deep—
city drywall paint
sidewalk cracks
 
holds up the sky smog
breathe it
breathe it
 
like a mouth over a taxi exhaust
 
faces with zipped closed smiles,
one stops, looks above
 
they’re all suddenly mesmerized,
past participle, past tense;
 
green and yellow fruit on an outdoor’s
grocer stand 
 
ripen quickly
rot quickly,
 
he charges by the hour
 
yellow cab steps into a ‘no parking’,
tickets held in place
 
by old wipers;
 
malpractice medical man
staunch, scrub 
appearance
 
board, disbarred,
he walks
 
over sidewalk cracks,
drywall paint lead
 
“pssst, come here tenement kid”,
 
he waits for the little black bag
waits for a stethoscope
 
but the doc steps
one foot in front
one foot behind;
 
elevator ride to the top of a building tall,
 
in aging
in 60 year
hands
 
swivel chair through glass,
cloud view
 
shards rain down like they have
a place to go,
 
pick their victims.
he did,
 
does the free fall
 
cement sidewalk lands, sound of cracked
bones
 
runs through the city like a stolen
vehicle;
 
wife and kiddies cut up onions
for a good cry
 
cement truck fills the grave,
 
later, homemade cakes and meat salads,
 
later, blue collar, white collar in a work
direction like jaunty yellow
 
blacktop lines,
 
pull their collars tight
 
effigies of bosses in cement, cold steel, glass 
drown it deep.
 
 
Copyright © 05/01/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®
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