They are building the structrures..the grown tied off gingerbread men
and work slow ungecomes where the heroes of old put their thick band
of worth against their cock on an elastic..

someone knocks
its for your head
your old lady
your stash
or your bread

of its just business

hired up on the shit
finding cooking moments
my baby could shoot me between the eyes
if she had too
but she loved me

most chicks looking at the cheap loot
mine was watching security fringe
ankles for holsters
what was on the wrist
that was her treat
the bracelets

her mom died of TB while she was in
foster car near christmas
every dime earned opening up that sign
pulling that chain
and that bitch stole it
funeral was a week past

sent us across town to the hospital
finally met the Mrs's
pretty as the apple that fell from the tree
Cried her ten minutes worth
and we shouldered up

we knew where it would be
when we needed it
signed the forms

Charley was our favourite fly
on the strip
the biggest baddest deadest
fly probably died without making
a noise

our room got television
and we had a favourite movie
channel
we fucked like minks and
zipped up throwing out things
we needed
and kept stuff we just knew
we were going to use

She make a tree from folded
tinfoil from a take out dinner
King Lee
King of egg rolls and he was
the king of that town
the bamboo matt hung down
like a manifesto hung on a single
nail painted green pulled with
toe nail clippers
and slammed in with a thick
grade kitchen forensic knife
from the edge of town

It has seen it all

she tickled my hips
and I hugged her
a full body hug
when a saleslady
drove by
cept her eyes
was taking it all
in
wishing she was
here in my arms
for a second
and the lil gal
was in the backseat
digging dirt from
her nail with the
expensive pocket
knife
i bought her
on her ****th birthday

we left our angel
and the television
on when we checked out
the grey
brown
cars were never far
and in a tiny jar
we took our Charley
cause he saw us
through
to damn near
new year

was a tough year
69'