Jul 2
2 min read
Into the Misfires: Hybrid Prose Poem
The sound of sirens deafens the next moment
Shame…the dumping of gratitude
onto yellow brown lawns
piss stains on the side
of ancient brick apartment blocks
while doctors run rampant
over construction-heavy Broadway
thumbs in their mouths
pulling out the grass and leaving
the fucking dandelions behind
