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Why come to this steamshitcadillacpissingumbrellaman town?

'Half hour from the metro stands an old haunt
With half emo kids
Half bridled by their parent's ghosts (prostituteskirts and 10dollarchips)

Choose thistown for shineypillars if you must
But oldmarblecarvedmen might even want you to call after 2 years

Fuck you, city

Clay/spirit

Father Street
He carry slipblade
Weild it
Up in my jacket
Taking space

Mother CigaretteLiqur
She come up in my face
As she please
From brickcurbknees

Clay/spirit walking down alley evening

Among such thinglass tiling
Thick soles

Seasongods

The gods are much friendlier in the fall
(I know this because they offer me more shiney prizes
And frequent flier miles)

More women at my disposal (or more likely; reprisal)
More admiration from assorted poets
And even leaves to line my train of thought
(Amassing romantic infatuation/lines upon post-garden seats)

Spring
She reminds me I'm a dumbfuck who people/things leave

Before

Fall in love with me before the forth of July
Before I travel down to smallshittown
And see the fireworks on jazzplatesbuffalowings
With the family

I grew tired of offering suitman 25 cent for a fag
(About proper for this city)
Cigarettegift no loss for cigarettemen
No poorness/richness proved otherwise
(No cigaretteeconomy)

A hussy asked me the way to fancysexualaffairhotel
I'm quite sure
Prepared to fuckfancybusinessman
(I'm convinced he copulates in fulltiejacket)
I saw the end of an affair
Eyeshadow on cleanarm
In the center of shadey square
With rusty whitemetalbackedchairs
Forheretrays

Save me before the forth from this town
The city of unsleepingmolds
Slipcrawling underbridgepavement
I ashcoat my soul
Inhale nocity