Empire Lines: Walking Denver's Colorado Boulevard


Do you feel it rising,

Like lava and bones?

Cracked feet and strollers

Skirting edges of thrones


Cherry Creek doesn’t see us

More money, more clothes

Hilltop and cameras

Humanity disposed


It’s pouring outside

Five bags from the mart

Milk, apples, and cans

Sweating from the start


I can’t wipe my eyes

As I slip through the mud

Foggy glasses and pain

Devoured by floods