Lake Street

Condoms in the street in the alley

Pairs of shoes, liquor bottles

Dead mice, drug addled prostitutes

Your baggy ass pants and disrespectful language

Your chicken bone wings and assorted food litter

Throw your trash in the street

 

Vomitations at the base of the wall

Four of them right in a row, like a mass purge

of shitty food by four drunks or street hoodlums.

Or perhaps all from the same person. Four in a row serial purging.

Shit’s been there six months. When are they going to clean it up?

 

Your phones. Your phones with mind numbingly depraved youtube videos

cartoons, vines and dumb jokes

Stare at it and stare some more

til your neck stiffens up, hope that’s the end of you and

your phone, all phones, including chargers, adapters and

assorted useless paraphanelia.

Are you a human or a human parody? How did it end up this

way on this trashy street of dung, greasy ulcerative food,

designer sneakers, phone stores and tattoo parlors

Wish I was smart and opened up franchises of all three of em

And moved to the Caribbean.

 

Satellite dishes cell phone towers and wifi ports beam the shit

down, spread it around, into every orifice from the ears to the eyes

nostrils and anus…the dumbed down devilish detritus of a doomed

dysenteric dead dynasty

Of course its the media, it’s the schools, the hospitals, the stores and

now the screens, the screens, the fakery, falluca, plastic garbage just

throw it away. The hipsters dig it til they get mugged. I’m done with it.

 

I aint gonna pretend no more.

 

Got some hair in your hamburger happy meal

That’s par for the course, broken bottles, gunshots

Keep your kid safe at all costs. Call the realtor and put the

damn sign up.