Shiny Art that Looks Better in Streets Owned by the Rich

by Fred Aiken

artsy cafes in a concrete town,

sipping anaerobic coffee in anaerobic bubbles,

the streets loud with arts and crass

yet finding moments of poise amidst losing syllables dribbling across traffic lines;

amidst the chaos, seek some peace in the music that makes hearts release signs of logic taped up and shipped

to the nearest dream with a PO box

controlled by pieces of a puzzle handled by shadowy figures

laundering misdeeds through art spreading out into the city like viruses without a mend;

but mintable