inspired by a verry bluish foggy day looking over Brooklyn.

I look down yet i fall into every pothole in new york whoring for a piece of the conversation even when my face says 'f*** off' hiding with a paper and pen inside a dirty public bathroom the junkie bonnie & clyde wait to bleed and the streetman waits to change costumes ch: blue fog over brooklyn such a pretty sight winter in coney island all alone I ride I look up and get wet by the dirty bucket from the 5th floor in this police state playing can and mouse is so much fun a suicide delays the trains while the accident scenes get cleared the dark ages are upon us f*** ers! what was extinct will reappear ch: I whisper greetings to back of ghosts im sure some here me but none acknowledge me at all I whisper greetings to back of ghosts I'm sure some here me but none acknowledge that im here at all ch: