DNEIPER CLASS
DESTROYER
My life has been loaded with
shivs : eye-blinks, daggers and
more. Even though it may be
silent now, I have left my trail
of deeds. Good matrons and
solid friends. The old man who
gave me money, the hoodlums
who took it away. Frankie the
Jay, (Halloway) who bled to
death on the Limelight steps.
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There was a constant source
of danger in living like this,
and I knew it well. Down at
The Naked Lunch, now the
Sidewalk Cafe, the bikers
kissed the drinkers twice and
vice went versa every night.
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Here's to Heaven and all its
soiled clothes and cohorts.
They're bundled now, drying;
like hay and straw on some
far distant farmer's field.
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