Thursday, August 19, 2010

I am the mayor of the back alley
The governor of broken lives
I preside over the dissolute, the forgotten man
Their earthly remains like turned bottles, needles left behind
I police their lost minds, their broken hearts, their last desperate breath
They vote for me best they can, when black rain invades their skin
I am the mayor of the back alley, but no one knows my name


Juice Box said...

I absolutely adore the last line.

Mary said...

Welcome to Poets United. I am really enjoying your work. You have your own individual style. Personal. Straight forward. I like it!