What do we have here?
An abandoned bitch with no chain or kennel to tame its search for nothing
people watch her walk the streets; riders leaning on bricked walls
blowing smokes to make things clear;
that this, this is what you’ll get for all you’ve yearned for
but an illusion.
Barking dogs swoon to her fury,
they’ve got tags and a name on,
there is nothing to lose for them
except their insanity.
She can’t stare in their soulless eyes
its a constant reminder of a failing world.
Nope, nope, nope
At midnight, no wandering car or
coke can will try to roll down this road
As She walks into shadows of shadows
her paws on ground; a separation occurs.
All falls silence,
the hidden stay low.
She begins to smell the traces of tyres
of swerving cars and honking stars
Spilled soda, some sewage runs
trash can lifts and rat talk
This is how it feels to be dirt, she says
When the street awakens,
A pulsating soul begging to leave,
she keeps it shut
Let any mongrel slips into this nest!
No bite, no growl or bell it will hear
but an invitation to the ground beneath.
Remember the cuss on the graffiti walls!
Remember the degrading falls!
Remember despite shaking lids
Remember because this is where shallow leaves.