Sec 8 Sun

A Poem

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See that?
Right there?
A dilapidated, crooked
sweet smile
groaning like thunder
under stacked buildings
wearing cracks as tendrils
of old hair and wrinkles,
evening shrouds it in stars so bright
while dealers sit in its lap
waiting for their relief —
section 8 with Spam and
Ramen sits heavy on its breath, street
lights too thin for parkour
perfect for shoestrings
and lunches with string cheese
and saltine crackers —

Eviction notices like glitter
litter the streets.
Unit 3C has a secret…
it holds wine stains along
the white curve of a murder scene

But when morning comes
When the sun wears pink blue jeans
and stretches its arms wide
it sprays the gray tops

I was listening to Promises by Reon Vangler on YouTube Music and for some reason the slate purplish gray sky over top of what appears to be a run down office building or apartment stacks, drew me in. It seems weird but like Lyfe Jennings said, “Sometimes the bad times seems so good” when we think back.