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July 27, 2008
Avenue A
Dusty eyed daughters
pale skinned and blinding
minding the store at midnight
hiding in the cracks and bumps
dizzy, needy, full of promise
picking their way through
turf checkered with glass and cigs
on avenue a
And I'm on my way
Four tires and a dream
follow the rusty signs up
I'm here for the tainted dance
here for the greasy neon
for the clandestine
the salvation
collapse
Night flows here
down into drains like wishes
Glitter woven into the sky
I'm in it for the glistening queen
in it for the blank stare
for the nicotine taste
the reflection
home
Shim-sham phonies graze inside
bombed out doorsteps and alleyways
Fat black passages into some other time
I do it for the bleeding dark
do it for the hooded curse
for the mother's lap
the execution
now
Just like that I'm up and out
glazed and shaking
seeing once, twice the grey willows
blooming in spite
the wind at my back as I speed
leaving rocket trails
next to the ramshackle wonders
of avenue a
Captured inside quiet whitewashed walls
down the block with an outline of
white picket, wrought iron
I need it for the blossoming shake
need it for the last chance
for the fading echoes
the hours
gone
Woes and wails the sirens beat
molten hands blessed with fire drip along
pock-marked sidewalks like seeded fields
I want it for the painted face
want it for the thumping heart
for the giver's grace
the collection
time
Up from the tumbling depths I reach
the end of it all entering rooms where
windows fling open to catch the moldy morning haze
I crave it for the parched soul
crave it for the billowing scream
for the wicked cold
the revelation
here
Orange blaze tinkers on the edge
of the world my flimsy clouds titter and fall
However steeled against the dread
knowing again and again I'll come
back to these murdered lights
casting shadows on the skeletons
that shamble up and back
on avenue a
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