denver union station

stop sign honeycomb denver union station

we've got lives to live and people under

my umbrella who are goin to hell or an

other place with sidewalks with mica 

chips that gleam like microchips

the government shot you up with

hit you up with a shovel, baton bury

you under the rectangular street rocks

as you rocked down the street like

a bicycle wheel too fucked up to heal

or borrow a bandaid from the man

born of a brown egg laid in a barn

after the war on drugs ate through

the tiled floor and the cops said

he couldn't go home no more

and coors field wheeled him home

to that triangle hovel you call love

with no door and some doves — no — 

pigeons shitting on the floor

you know you let them hit him

on the head til he was dead but

you were so happy in your honeycomb

hive too busy tryin to not be alive

til you broke down on the ground

standin over a bicycle on one leg

coffee drunk down to the dregs

late at night man on the corner

gives you a fright til at last you

look up at that red ungodly light

of denver union station glowing bright

and you say to the hive and the pointless

lives that dervice pleasure from that 

nose-dive crime you say to it

in the name of all that still has shape

STOP

— July 2021, Denver, CO