1.

In the red lit dog shit

of evening

exhaust fills my lungs.

The sky weighs me down.

My feet follow ancient paths

well worn into

wide cracked sidewalks

vanishing like shots on the bar.

No wires above me

everything underground.

My life curled like a snake

one eye opened.

Much too still to slither.

While other creatures

occupy shape but

contain no meaning.

Clothes, phones and

wisecracks sprinkle

fairy dust for those

about to fly.

2.

Streetlight, green light

rest in the very corner

of my eye.

Scraping the insults

from my phony

rubber souls.

Lining up disease

and decadence.

Pulling all the cash

from seductive ATM's.

Lying in wait

casting their bait,

In the red lit dog shit

of evening.