Boy did I look like somethin
Mourning the Renaissance
With a glass of port wine
Filled with dour girls
That were once sincere
In the Vast Manhattan
Wrapt in a blanket
of Thusness Imagined.
Unrepresented on the iron fence
Pine trees are sweetest
This giant diamond might
Cold and bleak.
Will no longer be
Passing in what they think
And then we’ll cut thru conceptions
And friends all laugh
Crooks of Montreal
Go parading down the sidewalk
Wailin all night long
Dyck had no dick
Johnny Holmes is just about
A mess of double pointed rock
For I
put stripes in your tie
Old dotin old fuck
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