| we are all the rats at the black metal gate looking out to alley way two pairs of shoes hang on the line rustling of can scavengers crickets lull and truck sounds new graffiti on the freeway signs at the black metal gate looking in to the alley way two eyes latch on the prize in a cage nimble fingers catch birdsongs and traffic new graffiti tagged some divine sign |
just you and the rats
peering deep from city cracks
curb-scuffed slatboards
hide the silent crimes
as you and the rats
creep between the warehouse stacks
and scrounge for left-out leftovers
the moon teeth reflects in the still asphalt pools as darkness smooths into brisk dawn the dumpster caress of bottles and clutter under diress faces light what a night |