Dahmer got fifteen life sentences today

I'm visiting friends in the hospital

Too much fear, too little life for much too long

All the traffic of the windshields

Filled with needy and greedy eyes

Someone placed a rose on the sidewalk

For St. Monica

See the shabby man in the park

Drop a sleeping bag like it was his dead soul

See the gallant lady, see the skateboard boy

See the man hold the crinkled cardboard sign

"Will work for food"

"Will work for food"

"Will work for food, please"

The lady steps out of her sports club

In her pink sports clothes

Handing her valet ticket to the valet

There's one man on each bus stop bench

One with a bridled retriever for eyes

One with a shabby T-shirt that reads

Where exactly are we, where exactly are we

Where exactly are we, where exactly are we

Where exactly are we, where exactly are we

Where exactly are we, where exactly are we

Someone placed a rose on the sidewalk