I found peace
in the quiet
of the meadow
away from the straight
and the narrow
unstrapped from a straight jacket
cramped in padded cells
where people dwell
to dream
escaping to stylish asylums
condominiums
in the suburbs
circumvented by laws
outlaws of segregation
exposed to contamination
of discrimination
till the rubber
hits the road
captures a picture
of New York
moment in a snap
where even a worm
feels like crap
in the "Big Apple"
feels trapped
A place where
homeless government vagrants
splurging their food stamps
feeding their madness
to chipmunks
gathering nuts
air suffocates
in concrete towers
staring through windows
with steel bars
engulfed in filth
eaten by rust
big spenders
in droves
eager to own
a penthouse
with view
of Park Avenue
at dusk
Across the Bronx
yellow cabs
chasing the buck
in a city
top of a dump
finding peace
picking daisies
in the quiet of meadows
where the narrow widens
from circle covered
sewers
that goes around blocks
with rats the size of dogs
chase
once humans,
turned into
hogs