Flash

Feet are planted ten tales deep,

in this twin city, jobs two many

to stay, maintain, keep. Brothers

are able, swing on cane, sweep

gnats with gats, eating Big Macs

to see their order due. Shoe in on

the come up, see, casing the drop.

Chaos flames up like the fire within

that enabled their drive to stay alive.

Right before they reach their peak,

three peepholes leak light, locks lift.

Blood of body encrusted on the

sheets, wrapped up in the carpet. Feds

never solved it. Story found its tail end,

a road’s last bend. A flashy life that hit…

and panned.