southie

andrew station

sun hangs

like a bare bulb

in my face

up dot ave

to east 2nd

old colony housing project

church/bar/church/ bar

cemetery

repeat

soggy scratch tickets

melted

dingy

grey slush

old diapers

broken glass

cigarette butts

drifting

to the sewers

urgent bus

wet tires

wipers

all in motion

bay view liquors

neon shamrocks

bounced check

board of shame

no credit sign

absolutely nobody

roll of cooler doors

clink of bottles

hum of motors

register rings

paper bag cracks

broadway

pot holes

assholes

bass chords thump

cars roll by

pigeons

on a wire

stare

with the same

enthusiasm

of every

face

that passes

christ on the crucifix

hanging

outside

of st johns

is by far

the happiest face

to see

well besides

the kids

playing around

the filthy

dumpster

in front

of the triple decker

I call home

with a miracle

i'll bury this town

not this winter