Thursday, July 23, 2009

Pigeons leaving their shit in your step,

Men hissing their whistles like vapors.

Perched up there waiting for you on their walls

 while you walk,

Quick and deliberate your are tightened lightning

In their, with them,

With the filth,

You are there, you are clean

There are predators! They are shitting!

 you are clean! You are clean!

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