Written in late summer 2012. Not that great – treads familiar territory, lacks imaginative descriptions – but has a somewhat redeeming (if already understood) concept sometimes nice to regain awareness of.
Stay out of the nasty neighborhoods,
where crime is rampant, muggings and druggings,
the scrawled walls collapse onto the filthy asphalt,
dark people stumble, stare, sleep and shout
outside crumbly rusting apartment hovels,
and might ask you for cash or knife you.
Better keep to the clean and glittery districts
where all the crime is fathoms away,
the pristine boutique products mugged of sweat
and foreign slavish work and resource,
the smooth-papered skyscraped signs drugging
with airbrushed happy-sex-pleasure fantasies
sold in the shops below courtesy of the commie Chinese proles
who weave and wire the fabrics and circuitry
to shroud and tote the body apolitic but hungry and lost.
Live here and get this go the edificial tableaux
above the cleanswept sidewalks wide for double shopping bags
where briskly strut and stroll sharp and light throngs
who do not stare nor speak, and sleep miles removed,
the polite and dignified way to inhabit a street,
astute avoidance and constant passage to escape.
Slick-washed glass condos allow for broad
bay- and cityscapes on high to the monied visionless,
who will never ask for your cash, just rely on
the unctuous suggestion that you are not enough
without billboard clothes and hair and hot new toys,
and whose knifing is court-delayed, Kafkaesque.
You don’t want things honest, in the open, personal,
because that would not be safe.