Soul Of Brooklyn Cement Town

Soul Of Brooklyn Cement Town
© Surazeus
2019 03 06

My heart beats like the bouncing basketball 
as I walk the streets of Brooklyn at noon. 
Kids painting murals on the red brick wall 
show the basketball star dunking the moon. 
Red and blue lights of the police car flash, 
so hands in the air I say, "Got no cash." 

Snapping fingers to the radio rap beat, 
I stroll through gold trees of Prospect Park Lake. 
Light as feathers, I dance on angel feet, 
laughing because everyone is so fake. 
Red and blue lights of the police car flash, 
so I slip through shadows of fear and dash. 

Strolling under Soldiers and Sailors Arch, 
I scope the Grand Army Plaza for spies. 
Smoking rainbow, I explain to the larch, 
"We are angels and devils in disguise." 
Red and blue lights of the police car flash, 
so I whistle, wearing my boy scout sash. 

I feel intense buzz of electric death 
vibrate from soul of Brooklyn cement town. 
I pause among trees to take a deep breath, 
and hope no one sees me as the lost clown. 
Red and blue lights of the police car flash, 
so I write poems, then throw them in the trash. 

I leap laughing through Bailey Fountain spray, 
and drink with Nereus in the shining pool. 
Though Phoebus and Minerva watch me play, 
I ignore anyone who calls me fool. 
Red and blue lights of the police car flash, 
so I somersault to avoid the clash. 

I sing to Wisdom and Felicity 
as police aim guns at my throbbing head. 
I shout, "Long live Justice and Liberty," 
then leap free as the police shoot me dead. 
Red and blue lights of the police car flash, 
so I fall far from Heaven with a splash.