i know i know.....off topic
...............beneath the city two hearts beat
soul engines running through a night so tender
in a bedroom locked
in whispers of soft
refusal
and then
surrender
in the tunnels uptown
the Rat's own dream guns him down
as shots echo down them hallways in the night
no one watches when the ambulance pulls away
or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
between what's flesh and what's fantasy
and the poets down here
don't write nothin' at all
they just stand back and let it all be
and in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
and try to make an honest stand
but they wind up wounded
not even dead
tonight
in
jungleland
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