smack in the face
under the bridge needles grow
tendered by invisible trolls
thirsty for artificial light
rolling up sleeves
uncovering layers of skin
giving names to veins
and telling inner city stories
one tattoo at a time
rain never bothered anyone
not where I come from
if push came to shove you could
always find shelter with Orson Wells
and all his little friends
june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
superior, smack as in kiss, for this one 😉
thanks so much, bonnie!