Cops beat the boulvard

while the crimanals are elsewhere

causing crime

somesay the times they are a changing

but its more of the same thing

in diffrent packedging

bored with the whores

and  johns

who litter the street

genitals waving

with smirks and squints

the hustlers and the pimps

sing vengence

while the kids are soaking wet

from the busted fire hydrent

chasing the days last glimpse of sunset

at night the homeless keep warm

by barrel fires and in an act of defiance

the turn them over

going cold

the roach motels burn like match books

and we are sold on the eternal ending

so we dope up with our pick of poision

ignore the world till we wake ourselves

snoring

some of you will search for truth in her

and the others will find the false hue

of impersonated angels

it was only the street lights

shining behind her head

he walked on

softly into the distance

he looked back and the lights started to fade

walking as far as where the roads aren’t paved

kicking rocks with hands in the pockets

dreaming of leaving this world behind

thinking how do i build rockets

beliving flying far way

might solve the misery

of night and day

his attitude has changed

from dereanged

to strained

stopping to nap

daydreaming