a night in detroit

pale yellow skirts
lifted so high
too high
makes mothers cry
young fathers punch holes in walls that should not be
ever get a feeling of what should be?
let it be
let it go
listen to the songs
cry
cry like you never have
and wipe away your tears
with a pale yellow skirt
leaving only the salty tracks of existance
better there than a crack head in a half way home for addicts
whom ends up in jail anyway
i won't visit him
but his daughters cry my name
in the velvet night
that they run to their mommys
through
and she finds them
screaming my name