Scenes through a screen window

by John MacBeath Watkins
copyright 2005

on my own in a solitary home while sirens scream in emergency streets and the madmen yell and bang their heads on dumpsters of redemption and try to claim through pain the clarity of sanity sacrificed to methedrine and the desperate gods of the alleys where the drunken sods urinate in public never caring about tourists who are staring at the rude stream against the wall while crows watch over their garbage and comment with a protective caw.