beau sturm

redundant

shoes worn through the soul
from the years of grit piled under them
stepped in shit
tasted spit
sidewalks crack from the weight of them

eyes tired, ears sore
from the years of sun and lies abundant
a naked world
deafening words
the more the time goes by, redundant

the smell won't stop, it lingers
day old death on summer asphalt
sweet and rotten
impossibly forgotten
never the remedy only the result

body beat and broken
from years of grit and shit piling
the naked noise loud
the sweet stench lingers
rats look up from gutters smiling