Under streetlamps. Makes night candied and future-assured,
Unsure. Black night like liquid, petrol, creeps in the bones,
But this is mere poetry. The sound lurches, dies,
Hip hop boys, sucka MCs, despairing faces, dies,
Or else are laughing emptily in arrogance.
The girls though! Who once carried hope, are warm,
But give no warmth. Beautiful twisted,
And I walk along a road loveless, thought
Disintegrating like a capsule,
Mass and matter, concrete, masonry,
Suffering electric light,
Points the way to- deep valleys of
Fresh despair- anxious like the taste of black blood
Mingled with sexuality.
A nightmare in flesh blooms in the mind.
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