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Drummin in the City
In memory of J.G.S, killed in a road accident, age 24
drummin in the city
wheels spinnin on lead weighted tires
spinnin through the gaps
trance boomin out on acid wings
spinnin cool easy
don’t think you can take me man
cos i’m the unbeatable universe flyer
you should know that grandpa
i can hound you any day
sit on your damn exhaust
slip away real cool
don’t none of you even try me
cos i’ll leave you spinnin
like wet rats stuck in a trap
don’t talk to me bout road accidents
statistics, speed limits can go screw themselves
don’t look at me like that sister
like your father owns the road or something
you can eat my wheels sister
cos they’re spinnin by themselves now
hot little sinners of black rubber
i can blow acid fumes at you all
whenever i like sister
leave y’all standin, starin, cursin
i’ve got somethin to say sister
whether you like it or not
i can use your fancy words too sister,
but this i wanna say my way
as for you and you brothers
all sassy in your wall street grays
i’m drummin in your city brothers
so just go jerk off on your fancy striped ties
i’ll wipe the road with all you worms
watch my black rubber bears and bulls brothers
let’s see you take options on them
i’ don’t need your options brothers
i get mine when i need them
directly from the needle
so go write your columns brothers
i’ll wipe myself with them
back then you were with me baby
drummin in the city
spinnin in the dark
arms around my neck baby
hot scent in my ear
pullin me down to you baby
all cold in that goddam white sheet
your eyelashes standin up
all glued on like sentinels
on your cold whitewashed face
your beautiful bloodless face
whisper to me baby
just once
i’m drummin in the city baby
still lookin for you baby
wrenched out of the heart of me
don’t cry for me baby
i’m drummin
i’m comin
© Johnmichael Simon
2007
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