THE DARKEST PART OF TOWN

What makes people blind to see
the arrogance
the stupidity
Is it darkness?
Or Rather
Some bright false fluorescence
Ricocheting off abandoned mansions
Emanating from the empty dead
A semblance of propriety
A semblance of sobriety
The lifeblood of the city's arteries
is clogged up
stuck
They run grey with the absence
of so much
But not Stuff
Oh no Stuff is King in this city
Stuff is King
Bow down you multitude of mindless waysiders
Here goes the King
There goes the King
But you can't get enough
You measure your life by Him
So that by His fullness
You fail to see
The putrid emptiness
Futility

Don't you dare call my side the darkest part
You know nothing of a front yard
Except your water bill
You know nothing of
Loud music
Smokey barbecues
Paleta carts
Front porch dominoes
Smiles and hellos
Diversity
or faith

Look around
The sun shines on my side
The light is brighter in the darkness
But you
You've confused the sunlight for
the false fluorescence.