from the hood
projects and res houses
pepper the landscape.
trickle down economy
of wanting things out of reach
nestle its way into the minds of young men.
no boys live here.
innocence was killed long ago
in the middle of the day
before the entire community.
entrepreneurial spirit
runs rampant around corners
dice fill one pocket
rocks the other
trump card in the back.
time left alone
in front of artificial crowds
the baby face
took refuge behind the backs of others
watching waiting
for the right lane to open up.
slow runners won the marathon
fast the sprint
life splinters
in this experiment of multiple universes
playing out on one planet.
