Sunday, July 24, 1994

The city

a nauseous sewer
down here is where I find them
another life form
eats what-ever's there
the snails leave a slimy track
in the shit dark mud
noise between the bars
above, where the danger is
It's not normal now
is there something wrong?
the smell isn't as bad
no noise pollution
no cars, jamming streets
no loud noises echoing
just the brushing leaves
from a park near by
and gulls fighting for food
as I crawl in slime
my dirty haven
maybe up there its better
people could be dead
it could be a scam
but the sun shining can't be
a nauseous sewer

01.10

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