I see why everybody out here got in the big cosmic basket
And why blood agreements mean a lot
And why I get shot back at
A fly studies me at a border crossing
It has been studying everything at this border,
“But did you bring me some artless bleeding back to defend”
White wall faces loosen your supply of whisky
Your buildings almost look like canyon walls
The european city becomes pleasant now despite my new existence as living graffiti
There’s commotion on the carpet
Some call it late hour imperialism
People I do not know
Pitch pennies at my mugshot negative
I run away from detail
With black paint dripping from my arms
City of arms
The new bullets pray over blankets made from old bullets
And me, having on the cheapest t shirt on the bus,
I have no choice but to read the city walls for signs of my life
No, I am not chipping away at anything
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