Steam rising and spiraling

then vanish in the wind

I cant tell where the land ends and the sky begins

are you acquainted with the threat of being killed

or are you conversing with pigeons on the window sill



every battle has been fought and everything I think was thought

down we down weve descended

every day keeps getting shorter as my sleeves start getting longer

and the sidewalks overflow



patronize pedestrians with no sense of direction

when youre lost and cant ask a question



this city truly is is assaulting my senses

unkempt unruly devour defenseless occupant

if poverty builds character and spoils breed arrogance

id rather consort with the low and the decandent



youd better have the strength of the wandering aimless

with an audience of the most prestigious

do you have to strain to love the one you came with

i hope you have the strength because were in the belly of...