Thursday, October 31, 2013

poem of the day 10.31.13

devil’s night

i watch the sirens
swirl the projects

down the street
from where i wait for my bus

ambulances, fire trucks
and the cops

a hat trick of whirling
red and blue

stalling traffic
every october thirtieth
for the past four years

they say devil’s night
is the night for evil

and that may be so

but only if they’re
talking about

playing party to the
redundant violence

the ghoulish sameness
of this urban landscape.


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