february 27th, 2011

biutiful

Both of us in shades

watch the sidewalk split apart.

Lovers and weepers,

virgins and sleepers

reject catastrophe;

a Coney Island of the mind

deteriorates, decays

and seeps from the ears

of cowards who

                                                             flee

for barren mountain-tops,

leaving dogs who

harness the power of a thousand men

to roam the streets,

challenged only by the wind.