Koreatown, an ode

Koreatown, an ode

Oh Ktown, how I heart thee

Drunk Asian-sounding businessmen consonant karaoke wails sifted through my window’s panes disturbing sun’s slumber, offending moon’s gaze

Cacophonies of car alarms shrieking their grieves till batteries apoptide

Flies fruitfully festering amongst heaps of ignored excrements of an apathetic unleading povertous populous

Pleads of youth for freedoms they ignorantly own, pleads as roars as slaves innate

Drowning pleas gravitating downstairs at the all-night neon glaring epileptic boozy havens

Signs and signs of nomenclature fading into gentrifications justified as a mural adjacent to the NO Smoking warning on the heavily protected propane adjacent to a reminiscent liquor store perpendicular of an original motel 8, blinds in tact

Wisps of congealing urea escaping through cracks in the pavements aggressively gaining olfactory triumphs as the wind blows over an empty magenta blunt tube discarded under a dumpster amongst over grown trunks warring with man-made concrete walkaways

Number 210’s greasy fried fish fodder filing silently spiral formation up the stairs to

My apartment with an orange feline loyally awaiting my presence, his lyrical meows the littlest thing purrs and warms me in, home

Oh Ktown, my heart thee