When this spring-wise air breaks
When this spring-wise air breaks
Seeping along the oily tracks
Heat saturated between sheets
Of bustling motors and piercing horns
The streaming lights along the boulevard
Haunt the beat, heart the beat
Men dropping along the putrid
Pavement that is gristly among them
Steam elevating above
Pretty woman with delicate frowns
Priesting the hand
Awaking in the wee hours
Disoriented and scared
Among the beasts of her dreams
1 down, then another
Slowing she rises in her own name
This city has an imprint
And it always encompasses its victim
Stopping blood flow
A constant death struggle
All is laid waste
She is a pretty conduit
Legs ravished with thorns of mercy
They choke the glisten in your eyes
Mist covers all paths
To seagull to confusion incarnate
Wounded with ire
Counting his evil money
Man accepts his failure
A rustling of his soul
Trying to escape out of his chest
But he pushes it back in
Like a naughty bluebird
Confined to chains
Strangers well versed
Pat a thought to each other
Eyes downcast
Ever vigilant
To the madness leaps and bounds
Him in frenzy of his past
Till he reconciles
All of the world and himself
To rose-hued memories
Chalked up in sky boards
One blood two skin three disappear
Swords built by districts
An army of drug-induced soldiers
Warring with to-go forks and knives
Unable to control
Their movements they fall into
Their lives again
Disillusioned of grandeur
But the gnawing of the brain child
Speaks in wind changes
And they die where they loved
