Monday, October 26, 2009

Chicago Prowlers

We are Chicago prowlers,
Pacing streets on tired feet
And I watch for violet flowers.
Violent splashes, garden gore
I stoop to smell, sugar sweet,
Sure as shit footsore.

Chicago summer, welcome June,
Bring your jacket just in case
And even the sky hides its face
At boring, sunless noon.

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