all the characters

By Boris Salvador Ingles

driving along main
w/my father

i remember watching
the players

pace
peddle
pushing along
in wanton whisper

heavy
hideous
hoarders

main-line-junkies
slamming
chiva blanca

parasites
propagating
their lust
for life

a sewer-circus
of sorts

my father called it
la tristeza
del vicio

he’d say
this is where
they all end

these
lost
vacuous
souls

all
rotting
along
the curb