half way there

between hope and despair,

to the music of angst

life and death dirty dance

as their moves remain as

paws on freshly cast sidewalk.


the cities chew on dreams

and shit them out right next to the paw.

And the roaches feed

on bread crumbs-

yet survive



always half way there

and never nearly here.

everyone chews on you

everything chews on you

but I know

where you keep your juiciest

meat –

just for yourself.



they’ll get that too.


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