this neighborhood is full of killers
and neglect.
i have walked its miles and found them to be
without mercy.
the people are inconsolable. they have
grown rusty with age
and hatred.
hyenas snicker in the purple dusk.
they sound so
human.
the people walk with ugly steps,
ugly eyes,
ugly breath.
they wield their opinions
like hatchets and dry handjobs and
i am fearful,
though at times i smile and even
whistle,
because like them
i can feel it:
all that laughter
gone.