The tires slowly rolled

heavy under the

long black menacing frame

as it entered the alley

crushing pieces of glass

snapping like bones of

half life creatures

laying under fire escapes

and buzzing neon lights

that have more alive

than the thinned armed souls

leaning on walls for balance

as a curtain of humid

stagnant air

dimples the faces

of people arguing

while a door slams

and someone yells out

in pain or lust

and a cat scrambles

along a wall

while souls pass

locked doors

and others sit and smoke,

hiding but not hiding

in alley shadows

as the car rolls


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