A Criticism

The ombre sky
rusts unevenly from corner to corner;
the acidic tinge
of spattered light pollution and
tabs under tongues
infests the city with its
crystalized
caucasian complexion.

and so the
gentrification
begins.

the usual sultry mix of
languages,
the even fade to black
and back is
stopped behind the
Chicago-style buzz of layering horns,
as an alabaster sea
drowns six lanes of traffic.

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