Alcatraz's Cousin

X
is
the Cousin
of
Alcatraz

because those that have escaped
from
old pasts
and
adventures

and from stealing books and selling
trash and blood,

those that haven't stood in rain in years,
those

that seek the awkward night arcs of lampposts
and
bent signal flairs,

all amass in X
and
compel the city to open its madness through
all
hours too,
convincing the buildings that they are gods,
the streets that they are rivers,
and
the slow flow of the everyday
makers and thugs
that
they are the parchment history is written on.