History is being made tonight
With my lover I vow no longer to fight
I crush her skull slow as I tap dat' ass
but just don't mess up her hair

It’s too sunny a day here today
 
Cloudy gloom should prevail in this dirty noir city
Where the poet lies grasping in his death throes
 
Where is the nobility of death?
 
There will be no final words scribbled here
Only clean efficient modern medicine
 
The poet has already gone I think.
 
He’s gathered for Canasta with the other travelers
Waiting embarrassed at being exposed to view
 
The patients look like caged animals.
 
Intense eyes following the healthy with greed.
Wanting them to take their places in the trap
 
Spurting daylight seeping into tired bones.
 
What’s on TV tonight?
 
Who’s shooting up tonight?
 
What history is being made?
 
Does anybody care?
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i love the images splattered all over but .... it seems like the point got lost in the end. Drm