the stem cell diner

juiced a litul brizzy H2O
a most short stay
AGHAST tall tale
heart i'm sorry for
betraying slim wrists

and pocketsful of fragments
a shame a joy a death
every white corpuscle
bigcity street[e]scape small
not my brave soul to come back for the fearful day

carbon grounNd
slash
and the girls run through
where the bostonian boys wanna know
gals where can we go, you know, for the real city?
young enough to be my belly dancing soapscum
around the middlestain
from tuscany, northern ontario
with neil young's mother coming on the radio asking the boys
where to go,
you know, for the real city...

and at this little joie de vivre
in the oasis of the treaty
72 hours till cell death
bottled water costing more than the
GNP of the future, i took the visceral turn
and the girl said how dare you drink alcohol in here
i said no, my vessel's water
the pretty bevelled detail
of the iv container
and the central line aching in the chest
even though it was only observing
i felt a litul pain 2
for the brave
and i like his smile