CHICAGO
An encapsulated oasis,
negro gardens surrounded by red-lined
highways and freeways and expressways
that wend way out past
the pristine parks and magnificent miles
and high rise luxuries, the views
extending out across the distant smoke
and heat that buckles the city streets
and knees and bends and breaks
the fractured infrastructures,
unsupported, taxing bodies blind
to the needs of the plebeians
who plead for concession in Court
for traffic fines and noise complaints
and lost momentum in a culture
fueled by perpetual motion,
a kinetic abhorrence, broken
and distorted, the laws of physics
rendered meaningless
to a contortionists' expressive art,
deployed on nightly news recaps
to tamp down any hint of dissension,
leaving behind a shambling hoard
of participants, eager to pursue
the fleeting comforts found
in Gucci belts and Diamond grills
and stolen Hellcats, running red lights
in the downtown shopping district
while the police, and the politicians,
shoot back with practiced precision
