a walk through the lesser lights
a disheveled man
no doubt aged far past his years
walks by me and says
“hey, young buck, you shouldn’t be down here
if you don’t want to end up like us.
you shouldn’t come down here alone.”
i continue my walk
past the unwashed and unfortunate
men picking cigarette butts off the street
a twenty-first century goldrush
lost in lives that are quickly spinning out of control
while i carry on to vera’s
and my meeting with a good friend
ready to sink my teeth
into the most exquisite pieces of meat
luscious juices still oozing out
washed down with a cheap cola
and i think of where we are
steps away from misery
indulging our greed
and i’m sorry for it
i’m sorry for it all
-P.Cunningham, June 2011
