Words, y'all... Newshit!

My city has a lengthening emptiness.


Shrouded
in plywood
unfit to breathe

the exhaust fumes from your kitchen,

no less hide the neon
ANOUNCING
your presence,

your hulking husk
dwindles daily.

Spectral monuments
erected
in minds arteries
tastebuds
stomachs
that roared
standing ovations
growl epithets
at Wall St. Winos and tourists
on motorized hectacycles.

Working class relics
relegated to
rumpus rooms and rummage sales.

It's not just about a cheap tasty meal,

it's about a way of life,
on an island that once
had everything,
slowly receding
to charred remains.