hey shorty

if all art is scrap

paper hearts drawn on trash cans

and all scrap is art

discarded in parts

buried under new mexico dirt

and all the empty beer cans in the whole world

can't build a tower to heaven

than why are there still love songs

on the pop charts?

the biggest fuck you of the 21st century

the biggest fuck you of the 21st century

didn't come with a whimper or a wail

but on the living room floor of an outdated apartment

with hips seething like breathing dragons

so let me know who i'm ripping off

ya bitch

January 1st, 2011

Turned off the broken lantern

in the reckless summer light

of yer kentucky bluegrass

Shed the black wool of yer two

thousand year old fur coats

and turned off yer porch light -

fireflies ain't coming 'round here no more

* * *

saw the last dumb drunk on 14th avenue ask for a quarter -

gave him a nickel

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wat'chu know 'bout railroad stations?

tell you what -

more'n nothing

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clipped the last clipper ship with two barrels a that shit i won't drink while i'm still seein' straight

it's a strange few i'm still talkin' to

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fuck off, yella belly