The Alley Of Drugs, Death And Sex Poem by James McLain

I wake up every night at Johns, it's 3: 16 AM
The window in the room looks down the length of the alley.
I have long since had this dream, of living above
this alley.

Hooker's exchanging sex for drug's, pimp's laugh.
The dumpsters never locked as the occasional body is
dumped inside.

To night a women
well dressed is having problems
trying to pull a body from the truck of her car.

Across from me three floor's down is a family of three
and a very pregnant women stands out.
Apparently the father is crazy.
His wife and son don't seem to find peace until he kills them.

Two men roll up in a dark car and pull a woman out,
holding her down
one rolls up her sleeve and injects some thing into her
thin arm.

Her erratic movements begin to slow then stop, one pulls
out what appears to be a condom
and lifting her short dress he empties the condom upon and
between her long legs.
Leaving her panties ripped and torn beneath her.

A week latter
your husband is arrested for the murder of a nurse.