Written By: Rami Obeid
Through streets of filth
And odors from hell,
The shop owner burns slowly
In the midst of fatigue times five.
Mothers running in circles with
Busted brains jump out of taxis
On the highway.
When you book your seat on the train
Be mindful of piss and shit and blood,
Lemon wipes are too expensive.
In the afternoon of convenience stores,
Yellow fingers grab at lottery tickets
And then tip-toe back to concrete on
The withdrawal, where they drink cheap coffee
And wait for the knock of bank deposits.
Cold windows and dirty curtains
Try to keep the sun out
But my ankles are shot and warm
Beneath ripped, black socks.
In the back alley of the ghetto,
You will find octaves of synthetic happiness.
Rami Obeid is a poet from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is a poetry contributor and reader for Versification Zine, and his work coming out this December in Door is A Jar and have been published in Stone of Madness Press, Trampset, Serotonin Poetry, and Lucky Pierre Zine. Follow him at Twitter: @obeid_ro.