A poem

Monsters of Guadalupe

Dark pavement hearts
a parade of scowls
and stony pissed off
glares
for the filthy smashed
souls
spit out
of the mouth of
the poverty dinosaur
and the world has more
time to give their
turds to the toilet
than the bums
on Guadalupe St
that give every last misery
to the brown bottle
and lay like dead scarecrows
dehydrating in the sun
the dream babies
of hopeful mothers
and fathers
sucked away
by beer
and whiskey
and heroin
and jail
twenty or thirty
years ago they were
cute beautiful
infants
and now they're just sad
wilted sunflowers
dangling out
the tarnished
trash can
of failure