Bullet Train

[tectak]

There are many people on the Metros advance
from Compton to South Central's madly quiet 
strobing graffiti of scourge and briefcases
standing out before the zombie addicts wearing
dresses over pants passing time in dark brown
peacock tatter green shirts layered under
argyle sweaters tethered in knots over
midnight blue bruised concrete chipped cheeks 
turned by Los Angeles hospitality dropping change
in their leather hands for sand-paper smiles

Hi tman,
this is one if the very few examples of utterly poemless prose that works. It is quite cerebral and tends to lock very quickly on to the grasshopper thought process which is how most of us use our brains. I have few complaints about the content or form but must point out that by its very nature work like this is beyond critique....oh, howls of dissent, up they go....but the down side is it cannot be made better or worse by the opinions of others....so I cannot even say "well done".
Perhaps when I read your critiques on other's work I will form an opinion.
Best,
tectak
Apostrophe Angeles' (?)