OF THEE I SING
Tired of Capital Sin I laze about within,
seeking nothing else but the gumption
of the doing. Cannot recognize the difference
now, between the hoping and the wishing, the
placement and the place. Admit it, I don't know.
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Carlita and Cleopatra too, both were just here.
The asp and the snake, alike - one is the other,
like a lie is the truth and the boat sails the water.
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Here in an early-morning light, I speak to
no one but the man nearby is playing music.
Detroit, and the single strip of destruction he
wants to call home. The gas station guy sits
down on his bench. There's no one here.
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