Flat Broke Poem by James Gibbons

Nothing missing
tears shed blaring auto horn
peaceful Sunday afternoon
pot boiling over
after the restaurant closes
stacked speakers
pound punctuations
underscoring possible answers
identify the cold corpse
my own twin,
haven't seen in days
missing since childhood
no action taken
by the boys in blue
stop the bleeding
hip-hopping rat banging
clueless summer fun
fears melt
grimy crusted
life's heart attacks takes time to fix
time is money
I'm flat broke.