Cleveland

I just walk a landscape
littered with lost souls-
Fatherless black girls
strut their bulging asses
along ghetto curbs,
An assembly of street dealers
Thieves and pimp entrepreneurs

The sun never shows its face

Seroquel

I feel the heat of the sun,
Hear birds chirping.
Too stoned to walk,
But I understand all…
A broken down machine,
With the mind of God

AEDAN CAGNEY is the pen name of a young writer who would rather remain unknown for now.  A scribbler of both sweet and sordid thoughts, he hails from a working-class community in Cleveland, Ohio.

He writes for the Rust Belt bohemians and true child- poets everywhere.