City Nite
And
beauty rings for tomorrow’s skies
Butchered speech on a street w/ out a view
Trees are naked with Knotted bark
-
He comes and smiles –
asking for money
Should we give him some, honey?
A darkened bruise across our minds
What if she was a stranger on fire
Some kind of love for me to get higher on
Walking across dawn colored streets
The city blooming with waking day
And, me, up all night thinking of you
Drinking a few whiskey & rye’s
I’ve been distant but only lie sometimes
In terrible fields of sugar cane
Natives work to it hurts and peels
Writhing like snakes and branches
Twisted from the laws of nature
John
Alan Conte` JR
9:30 p.m.
Feb. 27th ‘03
Pittsburgh
,
PA
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