Cement Fire

I see for a motion blue buses rushing by on city streets the heat a furnace, burning the stove of buildings standing stiff in the air supporting the glass and businesses with the city of urine and the ozone air. The dogs of people lick the oil and rubber worn on city streets by tires of cars of unloved people going down one line at a time more smells of public restrooms than sick people of burning the gasoline death of a last generation and money for dessert.

June 1971