wolves
raze if you can tell the stones from the dirt
you can pull the scars from the skin
that hasn't yet been torn by the teeth
of unchecked misery

all my friends are flawed humans
they feed me what they throw away
take my coat to keep them warm
drain a little love from my eyes
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unhinged across the street from macys is a notoriously violent corner of downtown. the drug dealers shoot each other. the junkies punch each other.

the mcdonalds on the corner pumps classical music out into the street to try to discourage the hip hop aficionados from congregating.


today they were pumping brahms out onto the sidewalk. academic festival overture. the junkies were screaming at each other at the busstop. the dealers were smoking a blunt next to the mcdonalds walk up window.

i could only smile at the weird incongruity of both sides of my musical life colliding on third avenue as i was waiting to cross the street to work.

if my phone was operable right now i woulda had my headphones shoved in my ears and missed the whole cosmic thing.
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