Inner City--
chained and splayed on a tray of dope.
I'm it--
Your dope--
crouching,
hanging
from the caverns of the mind
dripping down its side,
acid dripping,
peeling,
blistering,
denuding skin of the mind,
raw white marrow bone of the soul--
yours and mine.

Flayed brain--
aphasic train of thought it came
chugging down the tracks,
derailed,
derailed--
heard it smack--
Watch the tracks!
The third rail,
trailing on happy trails, and on...

...floating freely,
whispered wisps of
cloying clouds
raining red
over screaming entrails,
reek-warmed in the summer sun--
oozing succulent,
the buzzing buzzards bloating over
charmed, discarded laughing carcass!
-- Alas!
-- Charred in purgatorial fire!

Burning, burning bright,
brother bums in slums take flight!--
We, flying through the night,
inner city of the mind ignites,

Oh, Crown of flaming hope in sight!