Enemy Territory

streetlights
a place where the kids sneak through the fence
long shadows on the edge of the park

the sun is going under
the city in the near distance

a lonely building
on a cracked patch of cement land
gangs moving in the interior
waiting for night

dark now
lights on in the park
empty
kids off the street
wind blowing newspapers & garbadge
into the dark past the edge of the light

past the darkness on the edge of the park




"I've seen things in this city that make Dante's Inferno read like Winnie The Pooh."