I’ve Always Liked A Nice Alley

I’ve always liked a nice alley

so dirty

so smutty

so smelly with carcass

the best things happen in alleys

people get bought

crimes get punished

ideas get put on trial

sometimes it seems that God here

is the victim of circumstances

sometimes it seems like pure fairy tale

for whom you meet in the alley

is more often than not

the ailing father you left to die

the broken mother of our youth

your earlier sickness

amidst the all-encompassing

stench of urine