Perspective

I walk the streets

Head down

Seeing gutters

Old fag ends

And anonymous paper bits

Suburban detritus

And wonder

Who

Where

Why and

What

This is an inspiration?

Sort of

Or a fantasy observation

I see smeared dog shit

And blood stains

Graffiti

Tags

Bags

Rags

And

Bones

And

People

Some above that level

Some below

I see

A grimy underbelly

Of this rancid city

I see Pain manifest

On pedestrian visages

I see

Hope vanish as the sun rises

I see life as it is

Rose petals washed from my face

With tears of pity

For them
For me having to see them

For me.