in this spin city gritty

near a dumpster downtown

the graffiti walls gag

an entity of dusty air stirs

papers, wrappers

a plastic bag

floating, flying garbage

a centrifuge of grime

is V for vile

but he’s sure got style

he’s a whirling dirvish

of wild waste

he’s a tiny tornado

of ill taste

he’s the urban alley vortex

cleaning up one corner

to dirty up the next

in this spin city gritty