avenue assassin

Dear city,

your sidewalk benches.
where the weary
rest feet.
oh the streets when we’re

tired.

(she’s so HEAVY) (dont be weak)

and woman, woe man, we
beaten down. beatin it. beat up. beatin round bushes.

we are burning.
(we got fire) (let it shine) (spark)

~this light of mine, it ain’t little~

divide
division, this fraction, fences/wall/isms. decisions.

the galaxy’s interior.
is a boundary.

holler
for one dollar,

street soldiers, speak.