Curbstomp/

Leather skins,
weathers growing warmer
water splashing on the tin shins
well into the winter,
strap a china doll's slim grin,
keep on marching forward
as your leather boots wear thin,
over urban boulders,
urban borders
unasked, unmarked, and unmasked,
past the troubled double trickle
of our layoffs last passengers,
try to stem the tide but both
programs keep
choking vital points off
and no one has a tourniquet.
That lone old man standing in a bad way
made a big ugly mess of a regular day,
one too many silver chains on a free man's throat,
far too many holes in a legal boat,
the only thing they advise is to cast your vote but this
fire chokes the wise with it's smoke garrote.
How many hops over hunted hounds-tracks,
circles cut low in the long coarse grass,
how many soft sapiens moon howls over
black trap gap jawed asphalt jowls.
razor chicken wire cage made of good money, but
honey with the bees in makes mad honey,
too many barrels of crude kick ball pummeled
from foreign football fields made of black cash rubble,
Mile high pile of excrement, wasted
like a storm weathered horror show of crumbling basement,
I've got a shovel in each hand,
one for trash and one for treasure,
but the deeper that I dig
the more they seem to blend together.
and I'm paralyzed in the concrete sprawl
unsure that I still have legs at all.