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

radiation.

~

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.

~

someday,

they’ll get that too.

~~~~~

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