315 Park Ave Poem by Rue Palmer

ALL THIS CONFUSION ABOUT LIFE
AND WHERE IT TAKES YOU, YES
everyday the tables turn in others
direction and I am left with the clean
up job, we see the walls all fill with
garbage of ones tale destructive life,
places where humans live in fear
of living of waking up tomorrow,

hanging out by my door, throwing dice
and making noise, talking ill of your brother
willy, and Bernard smoke is last butt with a
cup of coffee. Indecent talk, negative vibes
kids sit by you, and talk as they walk, learn how
to throw and never catch, ,

she the lady sister girl, who is loud and obnoxious
curse the hell out of her man over spill milk, and baby girl neighbor
with butt as big as donkey donk, yacky yak junk and mad
vibes, about her husband girly ways, next door silly
twin walk straight but drunk all day,

315 park and ride, you are in the hood, dark street
of Paterson, north of jersey city deep on the west coast
of the united states, here we live for life is grand and
tomorrow meal is never planned, never think, never known,
for god comes when we die, and as we move around the table
this life is only ours to burn, ,