Padded Room with a View

Padded Room with a View



Listen to the sounds
Of the streets
Open yourself to the noise
Let the warm ejaculate of the city
Enter you
Flow
Through your body
Flow through your veins
In your blood
In your soul
Listen to the sirens
Those modern death bells
Tolling the mortality
Of our country
See the headlights as they pass
Mutated
Through venetian blinds at 2 a.m.
Open your ears to
Your neighbors cries
The smashing of souls
With the breaking of glass
Smell the reefer smoke
As it drifts into your
Urban abode
Mixed with cigarettes
Booze
Urine
And the stench that comes with poverty
With humanity
Listen to the sounds of the streets
As you cry yourself to sleep


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