Noontime Demon In Detroit
As if I did not know,
as if I did not know;
the swarm of birds and the bad thing:
the boy and scorpio.
I did not stop to talk,
I did not stop to chat;
the Motor City Casino,
shiny dime girl and brat.
Great grandpa’s a doctor,
great gramma, she could sing;
he treated all the young ladies
for strychnine poisoning.
Big C gives you coughing,
Hep C gives you pain;
the bad things that come in the air
are tumors on the brain.
I do not drink no booze,
I do not smoke no sticks;
I am a Saint Leviathan
who beat upon the bricks.
As if you do not feel,
as if you do not see;
I will mechanically "combine"
you for the spider’s fee.
I dwell beneath the streets,
I dwell beneath the schools;
my graffiti sun is going down
as the summer cools.
Scorpion Street mem’ry,
I give you stone for bread;
and I shall give you sullen rock,
on which to lay your head.
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