[rosey city miles]
moving on along this celluloid
nightmare
on up thru these un-shot scenes
still
tingling
with anticipation;
---wheels turning 'round in
shy apprehension.
weary bones could tell
9 stories;
so much broken vinyl
(but that gets boring &
i dont wanna)
like a gas-bag breaking wind
& shut-up firmly in denile---
' sure am racking in
those
rosey city miles.