Barrio Blues

 

 

The cat is sitting in a cardboard box

Lulling a fly into a false sense of security

The neighbors downstairs moved out

And all the roaches moved up into ours

 

The public trans out here is a frotterist paradise

Can’t guard against grope whilst grinding

Sometimes they take up two seats with fat and cargo

Some possess a stench bad enough to clear a whole side

 

The college is community, defunding itself

The bright bulbs are few and far between

The teachers are bitter, the administrators

get raises for doing whatever it is they do

 

Its 102 degrees outside here today

A dog walking route for extra cash

Sweltering desert of blacktop and concrete

Everyone wants to hang themselves

 

A guy hops the fence every tuesday morning

Searching for cans before the trucks come

I don’t know the names of my neighbors on the right

But I can hear them fucking through the walls

 

The lot next to us is empty and full of weeds

Once a couple came with a dog and a pigmy goat

And made it useful, beautiful for an afternoon

The owners replaced the lock and we never saw them again

 

I got chased down the street on the way to my apartment

Screaming at me through toothless gums, in thigh high boots

An elderly hooker in front of the low income old folks home

I was glad she had a bum leg

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