The things one finds in alleys can be quite frightening.

In this dark alley
heavy fog paints the night,
misting, sifting, shifting,
standing still and lifting
hiding all the evil that it can
including ravenous beasts and man
in this dark alley.

In this odd alley
someone has filled this dumpster
perhaps it was a mobster,
with various body parts and a gun.
Was it somebody’s idea of fun,
cornering victims with nowhere to run,
in this odd alley.


In this strange lane
Jack’s cousin lies in wait
gangs haul important freight,
muggers place their bait.
This spot I will avoid,
where dreams are destroyed,
in this strange lane.