the shooting has started again
Rinkeby vs Bromma
who owns the trade
who will colonize

don't see any homies
flashing the signs
they are not wearing their usual
dangerous but manageable 'bonhomie'

today no fancy hand shakes
no hugs or back slapping
no "Old Guy, F.B.I."
they nod, I pass

hoodies hide
blazing eyed awareness
behind mirror-shades
and fake cool

restlessly fidgeting
hand in pocket
click, click, click, click
safety on, safety off, safety on, safety off

the dealers slink
more than usual
in a situation like this
safety is relative

home at last
I down a Grönstedts
pick up my guitar
and play for rain

Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-07-25 at 07:11

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Written like you know the walk. A brilliant piece of work.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a fabulous poem! The stripped-down language perfectly matches the subject, and there's even a clever play on words at the end.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
you are one kick-ass writer.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You have a powerful understanding of the "mean" streets here. I've walked where you write and know the tension you so skillfully describe in you words and rhythm. Well done and stay safe!