The scents
Or slightly raked meat
Souring in the tarnished air
These grime beats
These balding men
Caring cargo
Owed to the city air
Chest pieces and muffled languages
Ensnarled in the ancient torso
Enveloping curls of culture
Too rich for my western mind
Gourds and wheels
Spinning and brimming
To this hipster decoupage
It asks for my two cents
My two senses
Craving the obscene
And demanding clarity
From the tip of my nicotine fingertips
Bless me
Blessed be
The fog horns of delinquency
That channel through my universe
And into this university chatter
It’s universal
As grandmothers pass my busy mind
And travel onward
Bartering for my ripe crys
Holding survivordom over the clouds
Hovering here
This village chaos
Holds me now
As the calm keeps running
Knocking on my door
11:22am 10/18/14 GZRW