southeast
Southeast
Smoke is the normal air you breathe
Outside all you hear is loud music
Under cars you see stray cats
The light poles blown out
Humourous drunk men flirting with teen girls
Earth looks trashy as the view you see
Alleys filled with bullet shells and shuttered glass
Streets tore up from constructors who never complete jobs
Tired street cats fighting for survival
This poem is about:
My community