HRurrRH-city
All-directioned drone
sharply wanting at every street corner
must MUSTing for a dollar, a smoke, some
sleepslosh
Some joy to drum and greyboogie on Market St.
Some cram and urge unleashed,
spurred on by Hermez girls
in their billboard spikes
Some dull and muffled goneconscious ness
wrapt in grimesack
mopt hair akimbo
slept in unease shadows
slept for 13 peaceful moments
'til raucous dawn clatterd in
awoke the restless want
(sore kneed stumbled; peed in alley)
skritchd a burning thirst for
some sweet peace
in calamitous hell.
PLEASE, a dollar! If not, frick'n die!
Not dying, city revolves ever.
Chimneys on Rivoli
13 years ago
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