The beat of the street fadeswith another casualty to the monolithic syphoncontinuing to devour the very soulRelegated with all the imperfect characterswords that rattled through broken, coffee-stained teeth, to chase off kids with mock menaceand timorous tauntsometimes reflective apprehensionpersevering despite decay’s demand for dissolution.Falling bricks of the Laikonmake room for another skyway to lift more feet off … Continue reading “Come ‘ere, boy! Come ‘ere boy!”