Delongpre Avenue West of Vermont
Walking west on DeLongpre.
Past forgotten rest homes.
On forgotten streets.
In forgotten neighborhoods.
Filled with forgotten people.
Squirrels crawl along the power lines
Between off center telephone poles.
A dirty dusk belittles them
With Hollywood curses.
So cute. So sincere. So deadly.
The dirty dusks provide glorious radiant sunsets.
Another way of Hollywood selling sweetness made from shit.
The p.r. campaigns never stop here.
Even the squirrels have agents.
“We thank our heroes!”
Spouts the banners
Hanging from the eaves that edge the roofs
Along the row of old age homes.
There’s more honesty
In the pile of dogshit that bakes on the sidewalk
And soon to be sniffed by a squirrels twitching nose.