My Alley Is Dark
My alley is filled with darkness
A place where sleeping fools lie
for a few restless frozen hours
passed out in pissed soaked pants
Doing the stationary backstroke
in filthy scum water pools
Rolling around in black rancid kitchen grease
oozing from the pavement
sautéed in motor oil and garbage juice
spiced with used needles and condoms
Bits of sticky crap cover the soles
of lost souls who make up
this alley of horror
Filth and depravity
There is a river of poison
Running behind opulent glimmering facades
shiny shopping veneers masking the shadow side
It’s a place where consumer waste is stored
Rolling toxic dumpsters
Industrial metal coffins
Line the dimly lit
concrete passageways of misery
Sunshine is immune for the cracks
of black purgatory foulness
Germs and garbage thrive
but love does not
My alley is real
It hurts
There is no love here
Parents are here
Children are here
members of the lost tribe
do a tribal death dance
No home cooked meals or fresh linens
greet you here
Just drug zombies worshipping pain
with outstretched pock marked arms
paying homage to the dark hole with no end
No one pretends to care anymore
because they have lost touch with those feelings
no one is worth caring about here
There is no use pretending
Everyone is equal
in the alley of pain and misfortune
you can smell the bullshit of someone else’s miserable story
it goes with the stench of the trash
All just garbage in the end
Maybe that’s why this place feels like home
because when it comes down to it
I trust that dumpster filled with trash over there
More than I trust you
