Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Saturday, August 9, 2014

after Prufrock

A million computer screens
sighed a dusty sigh
at the witching hour,
6 o'clock pm.
I windexed that shit
and went about my way
strolling down silent streets
full of dog poop and newspaper sidewalks.
The winding narrow streets--
Bike cops and potheads---
Cute pit bulls,
And petunia woodpeckers.
The cigarette butt city,
of St. Louis,
dense with vacant warehouses
That shutter in the wind
of a September Storm
Raindrops falling on the ghetto(s)
The Brentwood congestion,
The bucolic South City crusted bars
yearning to open
and go back to work.

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