NO FIREFLIES

there are
no fireflies
here in this
city, just the
flicker of
headlights
on the
broken glass
of someone
else's good
time, and
there are
no mountains
here to climb
in this
concrete
prairie land
only the
hulking
ugliness of a
Fortune 500
skyline, its 
monuments
to greed, the
grave markers
of the American
Dream, their
dirty shadows
drowning the
desperate
streets below
just a road
rage commute
for the pawns
of corporate
kings, the
anguished
armies of
workers
trudging 
home to
their
barracks
for the night
hollow-eyed
and haggard
in this city
where
there are
no fireflies
and barely
a flicker
of hope


About Jack T. Marlowe:
Jack T. Marlowe is a working class malcontent from Dallas, TX. A writer of poetry and fiction and a veteran of the open mic, hiswork has appeared in Carcinogenic Poetry, The Camel Saloon,The Vein, The Medulla Review and many other zines. Jack is also the editor and webmeister of Gutter Eloquence Magazine