On Colfax
life begins and ends on Colfax
bodies purge the night
hide the day
take the money and run
shapes conspire to freeze into eternities of disfigurement
the waitress whore is genuinely patient
and we fit in
race is not an issue
survival is the only low note played continuously
walking dancing driving flying
the drivel explodes to a fist fight on the pavement
a head being beaten against the cement is no longer a head
could you stay with me tonight?
it's a hard place to be alone
sometimes it moves too fast out here
and a broken dream lies with the other trash
or gets blown away or just disappears...
salivating tongues stare at the window
fingering their cup of coffee
looking to another planet on the insides of their eyelids
a man wears lipstick unpretentiously in his long black leather coat
no one will bother telling him he has it on
and we fit in here
between the cracks and the crack
we walk on Colfax as if it is our mother's back
her nipple bruised and disturbed
tucked under ground
dehydrated meat puppets delight in running the sidewalk
no one barters in souls
it is an unprofitable black market
here the flash of a dollar speaks
and a little eye contact is all that's necessary
(they're giving away sandwiches at the office depot parking lot.
they're giving away sandwiches at the office depot parking lot.
they're giving away sandwiches at the office depot parking lot...)
