On the BeltLine

chain-link fence

through which

the trumpet's gentle notes

echo

inward, outward

traveling beyondly

they fly like 

seagulls' late migration.

a bleeding monkey's skull

eyes the passing travelers

beside the teddy bear, 

whose bullets fly

in rapid drum

succession.

aztec windows

laced with paint

are foreign to the

citizens

yet those who know

will intercept the

messages in time...

she stands upon her

skateboard

her viewpoint unobscured

and speaks the

syllables of love

to the

running street

below.

the chime machine

will always ring

as walkers

pass its legs,

and pairs of sneakers

hung above

tell the tales

of travelers past.

the gas-masked man

is staring now

through bloodlit 

empty eyes;

he breathes the toxic 

fumes upon the ones

who run from light.

and monstrous forms

emerge from stone

like poltergeists alive

with words obscuralike 

to tear apart your

sense-time blind.

the eyeholes scream

the bloodhearts die

the blueskins melt

the clawhands writhe

but there is door

do we 

follow

its way?

Author's Note

There are a few made-up words in the poem, like "beyondly." These aren't mistakes, I was just trying to come up with some unusual descriptions of things.