by Jeph Johnson
All over around me
the candy plaster
of the telephone pole ads
where little dogs mark
their territory and streams
of liberal consciousness
run together into a puddle
underneath the news stand
she lies crying while
the bakery closes its doors
releasing yeast
into the evening air
all over around me
behind the fence
where permeating cigarettes
burn and turn my street
to ground beneath my feet
THIS POEM
WAS MY FAVORITE
I thought I was following this until I reach the part about the cigarettes turning your street to ground. I am not sure what that might mean.