. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Ghetto Children in the Streets

The wintry Washington DC slums...

The ghetto smells of cannabis
Animal eyes staring at me below
     thick hoods and flat bills
A school bell rings somewhere in
     the grey distance
A shrill sound in the frost
Clear and loud and sharp
As if this entire neighborhood was a school yard
     and classes are over for all of us
The streets fill with gay voices
Swallowing the raw January air into their chests
Spitting it back out in cackles and songs
Like the Potomac gulls on
     the rooftops overhead.