In the beginning…

When we were younger,

There were

backpacks

blunts

bindle sacks

Benjamins

baggies

boyfriends

cities

ends

keys

As we grew older,

There were

Hazards

Heartaches

Hardships

High stakes

Bad trips

Gamblers

Johns

Abusers 

As we grow wearier,

the sidewalk 

grows hungrier 

As we sleep,

it swallows

dreams dormant

in the jaws of the 

Cement

Street

Pavement

Concrete 

Hard Stuff

…there is no end…