pekoe

Grit is what I fiend
Give me brick, rock, steel, broken glass
an old pisser, a shelled out fortress
Give me garbage
Give me trash
Give me- Shit
Grit is what the city breeds and
I am caught in the grit of the city
Caught in it's forgotten fetus debris
Caught between steel castings and cranes
old trains and young bums
rotting beside new condominiums
Grit lives there in this gentrification
The city explodes and we are it's debrit
wet and sopping next to open sored metal fetus-fossils
discarded and left to the whims of god-fearing
darwinian politicians
Grit...
The city is in the smoke-stacks, crack-stacks
The city is in the dirt-yards and litter
The city is in broken-down wharehouses
The city hides in tunnels and in alleys
The city is in the grit and the grit is inside me
It's what I fiend
With it's open holes and colorfull scars
Man-cut, tore, rot
The earth may spin but the city writhes
The city spreads eagle
The city breaks open
The city releases and
I live in it's afterbirth
I live with it's orfans
I eat their meat
I beat out sounds with their bones
I dance at their graveyards
I walk drunk down their track-scars
We are open, neglected, colorful, symbolic
Full of spots that can cut you if you don't give us respect
Full of blown out walls that frame city capital
Full of broken machines that were once the locus of production and dreams
now...warehouse wonderlands
whore houses of fuck stinch
We can only afford to crawl, hoard, reuse
see the beauty in the refuce
...Grit is what I fiend
It's hard beauty
neglected "finds"
forgotten stories
I wear myself, a symbol--beat down
naked and tore
to the core
...tough...
grinning with teeth filled to points
with these broken orfans of the
man-made metal wombs
I live and haunt amound them
those unfostered seeds
seedy and infertile
A homeless soul in a world of possibility
a spark on the side of the supposed inflammible
cleaned up new city
you're not safe outside those plastic reductive shells
outside of your expensive sheep cages
Outside we live, like a threat of zombies
Inflamed and alive like freaks
caught in the grit of the city
I am caught in the grit of the city
and I wont let it forget