Block - clipping.

No parking Wednesdays at noon and the garbage lines the streets

A cereal box with cartoons and a price tag way too steep

And a fence that leans to the south around a yard with specks of grass

And a dog with more teeth than mouth chained up sifting through trash

That ice cream truck rolls too slow and the picture’s black and white

And the cabin up back still ain’t cold and it’s mostly out at night

And there ain’t no kids where it go and it don’t play music right

And a kid with a hoodie looks old under the traffic light

That liquor store sells Patron but it just sits on the shelf

And that Steel Reserve in the back practically sells itself

And the Arab up at the front don’t ever touch the stuff

Single Swishers and blunts in a package opened up

And a white tee XXXL make the men on the corners look tough

And the men on the corners have lines and the women walk by straight

Bold black and red for sale signs posted up on the gates

Of every other Victorian with wood over the windows

And someone converses about Jordans while wearing last year’s Timbos

And a Chinese takeout menu decorates the gates with symbols

And the cats are feral and fat and unreasonably nimble

The trash is full to the top no cans or bottles in it

Big bags being dragged down the street clanging and leaking liquid

Expired tags on a Buick with one rim all in chrome

And an older woman in stretch pants shuffles along too slow

Pieces of flowers and a poem falling off a flickering light pole

And a picture of someone it seems somebody used to know

And a buzz in the air from a congregation of telephone wires

And on the wires are birds sitting tiny and black

And tennis shoes from the 90's looking fine and intact

And a cable awkwardly hanging never reaching a house

And below it a stained up and soggy formerly leather couch

And rainbow patterns of oil pooling in potholed cement

And a screen door with no hinges hanging hopelessly bent

And a Bentley dressing the cover of a car magazine

And a Price Is Right crowd cheering on a television screen

With a big bat jutting out and the color mostly green

And a stove where one burner works and the oven should be cleaned

And coupons clipped on the table waiting to be redeemed

And a siren sings long and deep and the chopper’s double meaned

And the median is asleep so to wake and walk at strange things