Shadows of the street form friction
In two bit hollow hotel rooms
While the vacancy light
Flickers

On the street a homeless person
Shivers into a bottle
once a child and inocent
Now judged and guilty

In the cracks in the pavement
Grass is growing
Around the fire hydrant

Even the tree’s are in cages

The sidewalk launces you
Into new realitys
One face a second
Traveling at the speed
Of fiction

Cars whip in and out
Going in unknown directions
With an idea or desire
As the navigator

I sit on my stoop
And a crow enjoys a meal
From a trash can
Till a cat scares him away

I think of beaches, gardens and mountains
As concrete, rubbish and sky scrappers.