steel flowers rise amidst the rocks.
The tuna cans open as the day's catch spills out into the river.
Groundlings take flight into the shadows.
The crow and sparrow land briefly.
Crow's Black glossy fingers and Yellow marble eyes sift thru the shiny objects,
while sparrow keeps lookout.
Rat looks for the cheese,
grooming his greasy hair,
and searching for change.
Strays fight in the alleys,
over mates and Meth.
A blanket of White covers dirty streets.
Heaven's eraser for it's failure.
Boys in Blue and the ladies in Red,
share lies and bribes,
and other indiscretions.
Sirens cry and babies wail,
and the dividing line blurs,
amongst the haves, have-nots, and the fuck you man...I'm taking it's.
A shot cuts the night,
and all are equal.
Death sees not beauty, color, money or age.
It hears not cries, or laughter.
It is perfect balance.