I see it out of your eyes
your old friend's house
sheltered under grand old trees
sunny months when you visit
then all of a sudden
happy go lucky died
a coughing fit that turned heart attack
A real hunger would rob us of other senses
The knife and fork over the city which was the plate
I see through your eyes appetite ravenous and terrible
yet eating was a teacup in disneyland
my knife would cut through the cream city block
A thick chunk but the intention was to stuff down the lot
people falling off the fork like grains of rice
Yes when I think back to that old home amongst the trees
warm and sheltered from the southerly
On the north west side of the hill
heating up like a welcome before the winter was done
But now it's all night and cold inside my heart
it's dinner time and each mouthful of this city crunches between teeth
I seem to be digesting steel, concrete, wood and plastic
It all tastes like metallic bacon the crispy addictive kind
No dessert though just hollow spaces for parking and new development
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