Sins of Arnold Street by Dan Provost
Robust Flavor from
the Whiskey shot and a hearty laugh from the
yellow toothed few who care to run the gauntlet
with callused hand and flabby
Their time has run out so many years ago
seeing the craggy reflection upon the bar
They will praise their vices with unabashed glee
Each and every day...
I will turn down the road and join them
Them... The isolated merry
drooling on the pale stench that
covers their clothes
Burned semen scattered along the sidewalk--As the well wishers and
flee and scurry
Away from Arnold Street...
Away from the depths of depravity...
But not me... I will sing the death tune and rise among the swill--And
pray I will live
To chant another day...
Another day apparently alive