grossly.fascinated of dense buttery light
  the streets is painted laughing amber       and whisper it
                                                              ­            to her fair buttress
                                                        ­                   this milky sity
                                                                ­          who's nigh detestable
                                                      ­                    glowing hair
                                                            ­                roils with turgid junk
                                                            ­              of cacophony drunk with
       metal


rusty little. we'll go waltzing a polite **** of youth in your tawny veins