From Hell With Love
At last came upon the City of Dis. Sneaked under Dat Gate. Hustled down Dese Avenues. Darted across Doze Plaza.
on empty September Thursday nights
exalt in the freshly discovered / hallways of regret / behind doors you thought / you sealed a long time ago
after i did it
it wasnít me i donít think like that / i donít / i read it in a book one of those / paperback books...