I don't hide under rocks
the way they say we do
I find a cool linoleum floor
in a condemned house
and hope it ain't got too many cracks
or no rat will come while I'm asleep
a popped fire hydrant can be a gift
from white gods
but as soon as they come twist it shut
I dry fast and slither off to shade
even if it's behind a dumpster:
Damon's got good trash
had me half a cold rib eye
from that heap last night
and a good nap 'til the city come to
dump the bin this rude dawn
now I'll be on the prowl but only long
enough to beg for some silver alms
only long enough to get red wine and find the next spot out of the sun
for these August streets are too hot
and make my cool blood boil
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
I don't hide under rocks
the way they say we do
I find a cool linoleum floor
in a condemned house
and hope it ain't got too many cracks
or no rat will come while I'm asleep
a popped fire hydrant can be a gift
from white gods
but as soon as they come twist it shut
I dry fast and slither off to shade
even if it's behind a dumpster:
Damon's got good trash
had me half a cold rib eye
from that heap last night
and a good nap 'til the city come to
dump the bin this rude dawn
now I'll be on the prowl but only long
enough to beg for some silver alms
only long enough to get red wine and find the next spot out of the sun
for these August streets are too hot
and make my cool blood boil
Jenny knows I am a lizard at heart...
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