It's a big J-shaped
offset bordering the pale cement
Naturally patchwork
grass, the interior, cross lines
An embroidered
quilt, freshly pin-flagged down
Circular dissections
of aged trees, which
Just can't outnumber
concrete buildings
Yellow, green, red,
indigo, splattered on a grey palette
Rolling winds fall
From over the
rooftops and
Howling through the
sparse greenery
Behind, football
teams break in the newly sod fields
Frisbee players meet
closely on the side, complaining about football
Big universities are
brimming with bright-eyed young students and wily old professors, trying to get
laid
Well-groomed, fit
men escorting smooth, curvy women, practicing their games
while this hack-ing
-
cough and
rot-gut hangover's
freakin' killin' me
Throat's dry and
scratched,
Wince and recoil-
Too bright, clear
sky
Hands weakly
shaking, probably, lack of booze, food or sleep, whatever
Stomach's getting
the pinch;
A tentacle squeezed
tight around an empty, rumpled bag, torn and neglected
Giant specters
loom over the city, silhouetted by clear sky and clouds
They watch the
park, piling concrete and steel and reflective glass panes
Behind the ring of
trees, that surrounds the scene
Growing man higher
and faster than nature
A greenhouse
cultivating food or medicine, gifts or experiments
These mechanical
mammoths balance in the middle to shrink or evolve
Three men pushing a
shopping cart filled with clothes and cans stop at the bleachers in a warm,
sunny spot this afternoon to have a few smokes
The man in the dark
blue, 80s windbreaker stretches out to nap for a bit
The other two
converse quietly
One puts on his tan
fishing hat and black back pack
Exiting at the other
end of the park
