Rounding past the meadow, east of the lake,
Agony exuberant shouts for all on the make.
Rises up the intersection where all the damned go,
For here's Hell's Hell at the corner of Second & Ho.
In one corner, poor Deek struts in fashion threadbare.
His eyes see nothing, just horizon-less despair.
"I will always be with you, I will don't you know"
Intones this broke man on the corner of Second & Ho.
Across the way, Hungry Willie lazes on a lawn chair alone.
Belly extended, guzzling booze as he gnaws a leg bone.
Reaching for coke below the awning of Wings-to-Go
He rasps, "But no one can fly from the corner of Second & Ho.”
First Class fingers the cars as they speed their merry way,
But what fear motors their hearts, no one will say.
As he pees on a pole, First Class teases those in the know
"Change’s coming at last" to the corner of Second & Ho.
Gomer hears this snide taunt and finds strength (from above?)
Out of the chop shop, she staggers into the street preaching love.
The yos & hos freeze at her words, both the high & the low
Then rush to embrace - GRACE - by the corner of Second & Ho.
As they move off the curbs, a family wagon stops in its tracks.
Windows roll up, locks snap into place, pale faces draw back.
Blessed Gomer staggers back among the meek, life's sad undertow,
Sweeping away all hope on down the corner of Second & Ho.
As the crowd departs, she snarls "Cracker" at that blue-eyed fool.
The Chevy drives on, darkness returns, again the bleary-eyed drool.
"The first may go first, but the last shall last forever and ever mo'"
Murmurs Gomer to herself athwart the corner of Second & Ho.
© Byron Harris, 2011
|At the corner; photo by Tony Russell|