i have lived in craters
became a cactus
sick to a green
with dirty dull needles poking out my pores
hep c and hiv
we will shrink old in our trash can galaxy
talk with leather tongues
a new dialect spoken with simple belts hanging from our mouths
we watch the mornings grow
the buisnessmen make is rich and the children dont exist
the insects become our skin
and our insides are outside on the same city curb
we wait for this guy
he blows dope out his nose
a tie type with a pointed beard
and a Cadillac cane
too old to be a friend but enough to be a killer
a kind killer or a medicine man
the schedual is the same for a crippled few
we barely know eachothers names
but our clock clicks to the same cello
we beg for a buzz
a kick or a cure
we pencil roll outside a cheap mall
full of old men and sad stories
Dilauded ave.
the place to get misplaced
in all fucked up shapes
we all end up flat and broke
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