Silver-Cuffed Hoodlums

Street lights stand sentinel over the changing of the
guards.

The salute of cracking fists together.
Dime-sized bags
Ben Franklins' caked in dark crimson O negative
mechanically injected into the next palm.

 

Strapped

packing Hades' heat

hey

Hey!

HEY!
The Boy's in Blue Yell!

R  U  N!


The guards abandon post
retreat
in the eyes of
defeat

Silver cuffs soon snap shut.

Author's Note

Did I tell the story I was trying to tell?