Grand Street

Hacked up

but too dumb to die

Grand street is flailing to reconnect

writhing

throwing itselves around

with energy it doesn’t have to spare

until they just lie there

exhausted and envious of

its siblings who easily navigate the hills and slopes

slipping into new names

like greek gods

 

from The Parking Lots Go On Forever, a chapbook by J.P. McNamara available at Prospero’s on 39th and Bell and Screen Tee Gallery (4121 Pennsylvannia) in Westport

 

Categories: Poetry