trash city
5am, 6am
trash city
the crows chase out
the starving little fox
the trash cans are overflowing
fog engulfs
burnt out beer cans
plasters on the street
hundreds of them
quietude and silence
ghost city
trash city
deserted and gritty
miniature mountains
and trees
emerging from the white fog
inside the sky
birds on the lake are restless
was it a dream
the fading sky
the bus at night
or morning
was it a dream
feeling so cold
that old
jamaican man
hobbling along with his walking stick
emerging from a cloud
chicken shops lit up
shutters down
a mirage
a smoke screen
empty streets
vague and bleak
east street at dawn
