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CHICAGO STORY #1
I am droop lid
Toilet seat humor
Listless edgy cracker
Jazz type linguist
Back alley rumble flow
Kerouac beat echo
Without the self-doubt.
We today is stellar
in our ignorance.
We today is millionaires.
We today is lost,
tagged and tracked,
boxed up, sent out
and purchased by ourselves.
Concrete defines us;
wires connect,
and any hint of human
is instantly denied.
We today has checked out.
We today is fiiiine,
and in control.
We is iron lyrics,
harsh and yellow.
Too indifferent to make us understood.
We remain small and afraid
and take out onto Clinton Ave. :
gray and utterly human
and inhospitable to yellow
teeth and $1.00 newspapers.
We not cares about
where youse slept last night;
or, more importantly,
when you had your last drink.
We are not proud of you
because we do not see you,
even when we buy a paper.
When the $1.00 slips from one palm...
Only in our harsh iron thoughts
we register we have touched
yellow teeth skin...
Hoping they have refilled
the liquid soap dispensers
back at the office.
- Daniel Ridges