Over the neon expanse.
The exaggerated lights and smells
of burger bars and chinese restaurants.
I´m city dust, a flea on a pigeon-
birds eye madness.
Until the bombs fall.
A gram of mis-spent infatuation.
Hunger´s refill.
Want in the alley, sidewalk and square.
Inside out with your underwear.
Dropping the immaculate unattainable
through well aimed white pigeon sh*t
falling from the sky before the bombs do-
invest today, borrow it if you have to.
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