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Urban Castaway
04:18
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1. Urban Castaway
Impacted molars
Glass implosion
Concrete barricade
Did not see you coming
Never get this blood
Out of the upholstery
There goes the deposit
And your dignity
This is all I need
Insurance premium
I’ll be bailing myself out
Of this economy
Climb from the wreckage
From my gilded womb
Birthed out a derelict
On this open wound
Gravel strewn shoreline, bitumen sea
Castaway native, reeking of gasoline
Look upon this empty lot and despair!
Flotsam monarch, master of all I survey
This is below me
This is uncouth
Cultured, expensive
I’m of sterner stuff
Composite nightmare
Structurally insulting
You’re an architect wolf
In neglected clothing
A filthy crag of unspent land
Trash heap citadel and I am its ward
Ill make it succumb to my delicate touch
Or reduce it to rubble when I get out of this
Prehensile digits
They’re giving the finger
The roadside resistant
Card carrying member
I’m flagging down versions
Of my own revulsion
No self respecting person
Is saving your skin
I’m one of you!
I have my credentials
I can attest to
My pedigree
Not content of my character
But the depth of your wallet
The gods of good fortune
Will smile upon it
Fuck you, you can’t
See finery and eloquence
When its staring you
Point blank in the face
You’ve crashed this party,
Asphalt oasis
Ain’t going nowhere
Til’ you find your way out
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Sum of my parts
03:04
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2. Sum of my parts
You’re sharing this lot
With the spoils of self indulgence
The sidewalk symposium of human refuse
When the stakes our this low, what’s left to lose
Theres no heart beat here In the insulin dependent
High fructose corn syrup trash can of life
Totalled Jaguar, crumpled Armani
You’re exactly where you don’t want to be
Garbage strewn island where no man lands
And I know these arterial highways like the back of my hands
But not this shit stain -
We’re in the liminal spaces
Places learned to un-see
Rubber necking tragedy
You’re a tragedy
Rebar riven rubble
Cracked masonry
This place has crept into
the marrow of me
I’m not being callous,
I’m spitting hard facts
This here’s a jungle
Hewn in tarmac
Care not for your bad luck story
We’re all victims of inequality
My coin always landed side up
Until it slipped through this crack
But not this shit stain -
We’re in the liminal spaces
Places learned to un-see
Rubber necking tragedy
You’re a tragedy
This fucking system, is a Ponzi scheme
You’ll bleed the whole world dry before you get to me
Burn high your signal fire!
They’ll ignore its glower
And all the world will
Avert its gaze
From the tragedy
River runneth over with petroleum
And veins tapped for libation
Hand tailored suits make good kindling
Stoke the flames of your own perdition
Thirty years of grifting its all a matter of timing
90 miles per hour up the reservation
You’re a tragedy, a tragedy
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3. Prisons of our own making
Brutal invisible
Cement indivisible
A penitentiary of
Divisive visions
One where this land
Is worthless menace
A rock from which
To crawl from under
Until the great eye
Spies a profit margin
How dare your rock
Obscure their prosperity
Down goes the disenfranchised
Up goes the luxury of futures obesity
I’m counting my blessing
I’m healing my wounds
In my amateur grave
Theres only slim pickings
They start licking their chops
And my purgatory becomes a prime plot
Good luck with that
My fair weather friend
You’ve landed in limbo
And it ain’t on trend
Mainlining the stricken
Former low income housing
They’ll white wash the redlined
With gentrification
They’ll piss on territory
Earmarked for renewal
They’ll come for the rent control
Before they come for you
Deregulation
Environmental protections
Its all been disarmed
For the coming end
They’re not coming for you
Coming for you!
Coming for you!
They’re not coming for you
Coming for you!
Coming for you!
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4. |
Exit?
04:56
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4.Exit?
Purgatory in vitro
Pauper Dante and Virgil
And the devil is interstates
Frozen in stone
I’ll climb up the ramparts
Crawl the central reservation
I’ll flag down a vehicle
Even if it kills me
From this vantage point
The traffic is bleeding
A fissure of glaring
Ceaseless endeavour
Out here in the median
Stillness and patience
And the weeds will consume us
Strip our flesh off with ease
What am I running from?
Slick lakes of medicine
A thousand intoxicants
Sopor to quell all of this
Its all a distraction,
Smeared lipstick infidelity
A blotted sign of indiscretion
Never had any dignity
And really who are we hurting?
Slow March of dominion
Will pave over legacies
Any inkling of good
Gridlock and sirens
My chance of escape as
Bodies bleed out of
Steel box guillotines
And our feet now defy us
They’re stuck in this aperture
Photographic entropy
Is this what I truly want?
Out here in the median
Stillness and patience
And the weeds will consume us
Strip our flesh off with ease
What am I running from?
There’s no way of getting out.
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Median Rot Boston, Massachusetts
Punk from Boston USA via London UK.
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