Streetscape city-slogger, that's the one.
Me. And so, from that, I've met Goethe,
and Aladdin too. It's just like this in the
nether world I live. Music, being the
food of life, I starve. Or something.
People walk away, shuddering - too
hard to read and too strange to understand,
thatman with the three left hands and the
St. Micahel smile. Oh Lord, why me?
My radio plays 1962. And I cannot get out.