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{pinched} charly the city mouse fasano Almost dark, Pinched by couch springs, Slow wake to ambulance lights massaging the bed sheet hanging in my window. Listen to my nose whistle, Arms behind my head. Hear the click of police cameras. Eight cylinder acceleration and bass roll around the block. Buzz of conversations at a crowded tavern across the street celebrating the smell of piss and second hand sweat. Bus brakes sigh into the gutter. Brooms swoosh on sidewalks in front of closing shops. Last wash called at the laundry-mat. Slobbers of second dates, Sounds of bad break ups packing suitcases. Pigeons chew crackers, Crackheads chew fingers. Jack of diamonds clicks against bicycle spokes. Make shift curtain wrestles a breeze and the taste of traffic. Hands behind my head, Pinched by couch springs, Surrounded by millions of arguments and accidents, Never tempted to join the noise. |
