Article voiceover
jackhammers and fried food booths, fashionably dressed dilettantes, arms crossed, trembling in the authentic wind, coexisting terribly with the homeless, almost famous, pretty much dead, stretching their filthy fingers toward wannabe executives stumbling home with their office flings after maladroit drinks at the bar, the police, everywhere and watching, looming, their cruisers cruising, bored and awaiting blood, the cabbies cat-calling out their windows, the dwarfed monsters scurrying supreme sewers, the sirens are louder, lights brighter, faults wider, horns meaner, and the people don’t notice, they amble across cracked concrete dropping sweets down their toxic throats stuck in cell phones. lift your eyes: thousands of window units and realities and people committing suicide to be seen.
The last part hit hard. You are very talented!
Loved the voice over and ambience of this poem. Well written urban snapshot of a busy inhumane aspect of our modern society “people don’t notice,
they amble across cracked concrete
dropping sweets down their toxic throats
stuck in cell phones.
lift your eyes: ”
Loved this!