15th avenue
someone is crying and
someone is
calling the cops
it's cobblestone, wagon-travelled
and
paved with bottle tops
Out on
15th avenue
blue smoke drifts and
engines stall
with squeaky old brakes
it's a drunken alleyway
and
it's got the shakes
Out on 15th avenue
bottles smash in the orange
high-pressure sodium
street lights
noise of bb guns
and stereos or
cat fights
Out on 15th avenue
demons haunt
lonely people
and the treetops
are broken by the
baptist church steeple
and many a cool wet night
is spent wishing
they would just
turn the street lamps
off
or maybe
how much
longer
one could
live
trapped
here
Everyday I blow
my brains out
like a celebrity.
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