Friday, October 01, 2004
whatever happened to monkey, monkey?
a city, by definition, is filled with strangers.
- Jane Jacobs
in the city you can wear a dress
gold lame miniskirts
platform shoes that teeter and moan.
in the city you are anonymous
until you put on your shades
and ride around on your bike.
in the city no one cares
how many poems you wrote last night
or how often you suck cock.
out of the city all bets are off,
everyone's watching you
waiting for your non-conformity.
on the edge of the city
put on your pants
one leg at a time.
Conformity Machine hallelujah!
dance the party-line
form a circle of shit-eaters
joined by shit, from rim to nose
spiraling, spiraling till you run out of shit.
- Jane Jacobs
in the city you can wear a dress
gold lame miniskirts
platform shoes that teeter and moan.
in the city you are anonymous
until you put on your shades
and ride around on your bike.
in the city no one cares
how many poems you wrote last night
or how often you suck cock.
out of the city all bets are off,
everyone's watching you
waiting for your non-conformity.
on the edge of the city
put on your pants
one leg at a time.
Conformity Machine hallelujah!
dance the party-line
form a circle of shit-eaters
joined by shit, from rim to nose
spiraling, spiraling till you run out of shit.
