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cold and porceline lonely in an old new york hotel
stranger to a city that she used to know so well
bathing in a bathroom that in bathed in the first blue light
at the beginning of the century and the end of an edless night
and she is wet behind the ears and she is wafting down te avenue
pre rush hour post rain shower stillness seeping upwards like steam
from another molten sewer summer
they've been spraying us with chemicals in our sleep
something about the mosquitoes having some kind of disease
CIA foul play if you ask the guy selling hair dryers out of a gym bag
"chemical warfare, I'm telling you lab rat to lab rat" he says "that's where the truth is at"
and everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that can
but one breath at a time is an acceptable plan she tells herself
and the air is still there and this morning it's even breathable
and for a second the relief is unbelievable
and she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her burden lifted
and she's full of clea wind for one lean moment then she's trapped again
caged and contorted
no way to get free
she's getting plenty of little kisses bt nobody's slipping her the key
her whole life is a long list of what ifs and she doesn't even know where to begin
and the pageantry of suffering therein rivals television
tv is, after all the modern day roman coliseum
human devastation as mass entertainment
and now millions sit jeering collectively cheering the bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement
she is hailing a cab
she is sailing down the avenue
she's 19 going on 30 or maybe she's really 30 now
it's hard to say it's hard to keep up with time once it's on its way
and, you know she never had much of a chance born into a family built like an avalanche
and somewhere in the 80s between the oat bran and the ozone
she started to figure out things like why
one eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the sky
one eye on the little flashing red light
a picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas of the end of an endless night
ten
nine
eight
seven
six
five
four
three
two
one
kerplooey
you're done
you're done for
you're done for good
so tell me did you do all you could ?
stranger to a city that she used to know so well
bathing in a bathroom that in bathed in the first blue light
at the beginning of the century and the end of an edless night
and she is wet behind the ears and she is wafting down te avenue
pre rush hour post rain shower stillness seeping upwards like steam
from another molten sewer summer
they've been spraying us with chemicals in our sleep
something about the mosquitoes having some kind of disease
CIA foul play if you ask the guy selling hair dryers out of a gym bag
"chemical warfare, I'm telling you lab rat to lab rat" he says "that's where the truth is at"
and everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that can
but one breath at a time is an acceptable plan she tells herself
and the air is still there and this morning it's even breathable
and for a second the relief is unbelievable
and she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her burden lifted
and she's full of clea wind for one lean moment then she's trapped again
caged and contorted
no way to get free
she's getting plenty of little kisses bt nobody's slipping her the key
her whole life is a long list of what ifs and she doesn't even know where to begin
and the pageantry of suffering therein rivals television
tv is, after all the modern day roman coliseum
human devastation as mass entertainment
and now millions sit jeering collectively cheering the bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement
she is hailing a cab
she is sailing down the avenue
she's 19 going on 30 or maybe she's really 30 now
it's hard to say it's hard to keep up with time once it's on its way
and, you know she never had much of a chance born into a family built like an avalanche
and somewhere in the 80s between the oat bran and the ozone
she started to figure out things like why
one eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the sky
one eye on the little flashing red light
a picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas of the end of an endless night
ten
nine
eight
seven
six
five
four
three
two
one
kerplooey
you're done
you're done for
you're done for good
so tell me did you do all you could ?