Facets

Facets

Never lose contact with the street

You’re from the tarmac and rock hard concrete

The steel that surrounded your birth

The noise and lights that channeled earth

Toughened and imagined, the alleyways of youth

Attacked and pointed, guilty pronounced by the suburbs uncouth

So proud be your ideality

The buildings around and thumping night sound

Your identity the alley cat able to avoid

You known your at home when you can walk but not touch the opioid

Atop the hill on the highest point

Looking out at the bright lights that energize and anoint

Prince of neon, the gas that clings

No twinkling stars, that’s for the weaklings

You’re the City by soul loving it gutters and ‘hoes

You’re snooker and billiards at midnite you strike