the urban alley vortex

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

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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