January 2006 /Volume Seven / Issue One
William Taylor Jr.
All Of Us

In my neighborhood
the days and nights are filled with
slow motion suicides

so many faces
that have lost their names
with hunted
and hungry
eyes like animals

the playground is across the street
from the porno club
and the sidewalks are strewn
with all the tickets
that never won

dreams are slaughtered
and hung like meat
in the windows of Chinatown

all the people
looking for places to hide
from sunshine and Christmas
and a world so hungry
for what is left of their lives

as an old man in a doorway
lights a cigarette and says
when death is the only truth

all of us are liars.