Angry Streets

The streets are angry tonight
traffic ignorant of the punishment it inflicts
By driving upon their asphalt backs
Sidewalks click clack with choatic rhythm 
footsteps tapping out a nervous pulse 
the throbbing heartbeat of a city near cardiac arrest
lights grow brighter as night drips darkness
Into a black ocean sky
overgrown foliage hides a concrete park bench
my slumber berth for the night
The cement mattress is harder than I can remember.
Can't find any reason to complain
It's time to pursue an evasive sleep 
Knowing the catch isn't worth the chase 
Left only to wrestle treacherous dreams
The author of a broken rest
Car horns, gunfire and screams  
Sing a lullaby off key 
Bleeding through the chorus of nights lacerated voices
in between brief moments of silence
Sneaks the moan of a lonely saxophone
Crying notes to a tune I've never heard before
Although it sounds strangely familiar


Temporary Sherry

The diamond in her wedding ring has lost its glimmer
Gone is the sparkle that once danced in her eyes
Left with a basket full of dirty laundry
Every memory a thief that has robbed her smile
She stares out the kitchen window
A future now muffled thunder in broken skies
Her conversation with silence disrupted
By the sound of the baby's demanding cry