Riot Ape

The table leg blunt
And the shoelace slivers
A tangled grunt hangin’
Off the tarnished doorknob

500 feet from the disco
And the broken glass in
Any direction; shoots and ladders
With the rude wind coughin’ toxic

And the tunes strewn
Acid jazz smoke
Babies crying, old men croakin’
Teeth breakin’ on cement

Interview the overturned
Burning news van lament 
A blacksmith drownin’, the irony
Vaseline-tear thick

When the valuables take flight
The flesh, not so precious
For quivered heaps droolin’
Candy apple bubbles

As feeding puddles regroup
Hidden crowbars report
In the alleyway night
Anemic-yellow flashes “w a l k”