BLACKBLEAKANGLESINNERCITY  

Wondering
Rain upon my boots
And the dreams can never
Rain away the blood
The schoolyard lies empty
Like the inner cities of you
And the spring flowers only the haiku
Here the street of champions
Is also known as prostitute row
And I am reminded of the champion
The atomic glow of red lights
In Portugal where I bought some black cock
No the legend the rooster
Where misguided the Catholics hung up
Rainbow flags only the realize where they
Had taken the images from
There are a thousand stories
In the city
And like sherizade I am discovering them
Like salizar listing to the fatima visions which
Had Portugal escape from the war
Is the hearbeat of the city escape
Where a young blood rapper
By his identity of the hip hop nature
In the bones
Is going to the dreamtime of Australia
And who knew that you could fly away by
Being in a b-boy crew
Except its called the young parliament
And the old horses are frothing at the mouth
Guilding promises that they never will keep
About stables and the midas that’s fills them
No matter the golden touch you cannot change the shit
Or the lines
Another escapes the every and daze of lonely streets
And prostituion the last resort and refuge of desperation
By dance that will have her in pointe and form
Turn away to Russia
But the ballet is dying the swan lake
Cannot hold
Somehow we escape the streets
But they run fast and vibrant
Black and vacant through our veins
The inner streets of you and me

© 2006 Phillip Jagger