This too shall pass
Yeah motherfucker, how?
Like a summer rain, or a hollow tip
Whose exit wound stings for months
Bostezando en la cara del cataclismo
& boating the Central Park lagoon
Chewing our fingernails and whiling our time, until Zero Day. Slime!
Runs in rivulets from our steely rooftops to our slatted sidewalk gutters in rank radiant dactylic neons collecting as it goes:
Garbage pansies, Legionnaire’s, rat king kitchens, moldy pears
Well. You, me & the cop mayor make three
I spend a lot of time dreaming about this city that’s killing me
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