...and the guy with one eye said...

This street like the street before and a thousand streets like this street have had the feel of my feet on them, every cobbled stone and cut throat crack have touched these soles and they came back again to touch on the pain where each street is the same and who do I blame for that?

In the corner, Cyclops mutters as I through muddy gutters crawl and bawling my tears into ten thousand years don't make it a lake.

Take me back to my beginnings where I still had thoughts of winning before the **** crowed thrice.

ps the **** was nice,
we ate it with some french fries and a small glass of Sauvignon blanc,
I wanted red wine, the **** was dead, fine, and you get what you are given if it's living that you want.

I want for nothing now,
the prodigal returns but save the cow he gives us milk and the hands of human kindness slow caress as smooth as silk,
It had to be
the man with one eye only sees in mono
I am stereopticon
gone the blinkers,
open wide,
let Oppenheimer take his slide, but again I take the Cyclop's side, I like him, one eye guy, 'Mr Mono' my oh my he doesn't like it when I call him this.

My feet kiss street that's all I know.