Urban Slab

some level of falling from grace happens in slab city its twisted humanity when kindness stops being nornal when green crusaders are dismissed, unseen like burying waste in landfill city of slab-stick where we live normal lives within shuttered malls affluence superimposed on poverty can anything mellow us with nature clotted under sprawl? breeding, feeding, receding within plated walls unable to bend the city to one's own wishing to carry on with things just as they are slabs pinned to the ceiling of mind sometimes shutters open to sun-dappled streaks on slab walkways what are we to make of the dandelion in the crack? a dark energy blooming between comfort and chaos maybe we can piggyback on the hope of others when small acts radiate like children who empty their piggy-banks to charity or laugh in summers of safe places towers girdle the city midst what we crave for but can't always name in our stash of consumer baubles urges like a swollen river our weak stock options that never find a ladder in the meantime we tread on - hungrily