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