Thursday, March 10, 2011

Street Wars


I can see them out my window
figures darkened from the night lights
wild creatures of the moonlight
fiery eyes from corner stoplight
They're here to war by streetlight
         ...just outside my window.

I can see them out my window
as they stand to face each other
silent glares from friend to brother
black-souled tears from reject mothers
here for hatred of each other
          ...just outside my window.

                  BANG.

He lies outside my window.
Blood seeps to fill the land.
The men run past my window,
hot black leech in hand.


I stand to lock the window.
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