You should really see this,
Chino, the city at
This time of the night is
Really something, you know,
Like the kind of place you
Read of in those books of
Yours with the dark corners,
Where whores hang around, and
Pimps linger, and the bars
Are open, and late night
Drinkers, and the sound of
Sirens and music from
Open windows, and loud
Voices shouting, and cries
From girls who want to say
No, but know it's too late,
And, Chino, baby, wake
Up, you're missing out on
Life here; so what? Go back
To sleep then, go on join
The rest of the darn dead,
Lay down your sweet soused head.
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
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this side of a T.V. set
What is the burn in the death of your soul burning to get out ?
Bittersweet!