Feast Of Flies

Flies seem to take precedence
in the thick, residents of a skid row-
Bodies rotting in wheel-chaired seats
Hot and hungry like parts of Africa-
Near you only in downtown L.A.’s treat.

Blood-red thirsty, dirty-white, bruised blues

By daylight swarms fain quick to wholesale
your heart on 3rd-
Yes, these are our American streets.
By night it is natural, illicit.

The flies feast.

Police chase on edacious beats
Like it’s a new gilded paradise Right.
Who’s right? Crack heads in bare feet
screaming for leads pissing downstream-
It hurts most because we are all fiends.

Blood-red thirsty, dirty-white, bruised blues

By daylight swarms fain quick to wholesale
your heart on 3rd-
Yes, these are our American streets.
By night it is natural, illicit.

The flies feast.

It makes me uneasy, fucking wheezy
queasy knowing this finicky frisson growing
where brume won’t let raindrops
fall down to us. Wash it away, the sickness-
deranged air quality broke it, defense weak.

Blood-red thirsty, dirty-white, bruised blues

By daylight swarms fain quick to wholesale
your heart on 3rd-
Yes, these are our American streets.
By night it is natural, illicit.

The flies feast.

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