Phoenix, the city of heartache
Riding the 16 from Broadway to Bethany Home.
The mom on the bus, eyes filled with madness. Maybe hardness. Kids well behaved. What does she do? Pain on her hands.
Passing through the barrio, sideshow queen walking the street
Back tattooed up and wearing a red dress. What has she been doing.
Women grouped together like a school of fish, lesbian? Maybe who have they been with?
Secrets of this city sit 5 feet from me on the city bus. Heartache. Abuse. Struggle it's real in the city of heartache. Watching the scenes pass like a movie. I wish I could make you feel what I feel when I ride this bus. Graffiti, pain, suffering, Virgin Mary praying over her lost children. Garfield commons, new paint I could smell the crack and meth. The fresh paint and the carpet.
The smell of food cooking.
People get on and off. The bus stops. Lives keep moving. I can't tell you what I'm feeling. Sadness. Excitement. Something exotic. Thomas and 16th street.
Fear.
Anger from the one in the middle. Hurt. She's been crying. Her eyes give her away. I study them. I'm the hunter they are the prey. Only I won't devour them. This city will. Their sadness will.
Gold hoop earrings. White bike Cortez. This bitch is the one that's rough around the edges. Do anything to make her shit happen. Old needle marks, pipe burns. What did she want to be when she was a little girl?
The oleander bushes reach like they are in a prison. Reaching through the bars in courtyards surrounded by abandoned buildings. Phoenix Indian hospital. Tragedy.
Pugzzis torn down. Handcuffs. Camelback mountain stands like a gargoyle over the city of ashes.
Passing through the barrio, sideshow queen walking the street
Back tattooed up and wearing a red dress. What has she been doing.
Women grouped together like a school of fish, lesbian? Maybe who have they been with?
Secrets of this city sit 5 feet from me on the city bus. Heartache. Abuse. Struggle it's real in the city of heartache. Watching the scenes pass like a movie. I wish I could make you feel what I feel when I ride this bus. Graffiti, pain, suffering, Virgin Mary praying over her lost children. Garfield commons, new paint I could smell the crack and meth. The fresh paint and the carpet.
The smell of food cooking.
People get on and off. The bus stops. Lives keep moving. I can't tell you what I'm feeling. Sadness. Excitement. Something exotic. Thomas and 16th street.
Fear.
Anger from the one in the middle. Hurt. She's been crying. Her eyes give her away. I study them. I'm the hunter they are the prey. Only I won't devour them. This city will. Their sadness will.
Gold hoop earrings. White bike Cortez. This bitch is the one that's rough around the edges. Do anything to make her shit happen. Old needle marks, pipe burns. What did she want to be when she was a little girl?
The oleander bushes reach like they are in a prison. Reaching through the bars in courtyards surrounded by abandoned buildings. Phoenix Indian hospital. Tragedy.
Pugzzis torn down. Handcuffs. Camelback mountain stands like a gargoyle over the city of ashes.
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