Eating heartfelt confessions
For midnight snacks
We are a pack of wild dogs
Shuffling corner store purchases
From one brick bound neighborhood
To the next
Dirty like the thoughts old men have
While staring through the windows
Of lingere shops
Paying off cops
Striking matches on parking meters
Lighting fires in empty ruined lots
Warming frost bitten knives
To white hot weapons
Because
There are monsters on city streets
With dreams dripping from their teeth
Hungry for the love we waste
The lust we make
Waiting for the shiver and the shake
And the blood to break
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