My street is two-toned
But the white is starting to run.
Primer-painted Volkswagen buses
Loading up
And leaving their parking spots
to lime-green Cadillacs.
--
Seven Years Bad Luck
I grew up on a
Dead end street
Where dead end folk
Refused to admit
That living where they did
Was in anyway
Symbolic.
Dennis P. Wilken is a veteran journalist and former writer for Cincinnati Magazine. Most recently his poetry has appeared in Word Riot, Madswirl and his editorials in Pacific Publishing publications. His last chapbook, Sweat Off the Diamond, was published in 2009. He lives in Seattle, Washington where he is a Contributing Editor at Commonline.
