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the wild heart of the ghetto

i’m living in the wild heart of the ghetto now i keep leather saps up my sleeves but don’t worry baby  i ain’t scared no more the doctors took care of that with doses and doses i count on my toes at night the furnace roaring me to sleep with dull thumping dreams of jungles and sweat and a hard-on bigger than a tree i don’t worry i don’t pace or fret my emotions are damp muddled by fallen leaves drowned in snow storms and not enough world to see you left me on some holy day in march but i’ll see you again when we mean nothing to each other.

Posted 04/11/16
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