Closing in

   On the terrain

of missed days

and rain

Occasional acid 

   don't even remember

or being so stoned

I was going to pass out

Music reduced to an all encompassing

Thump thump thump

Like going 

Medieval British isle 

to sixties tunes

   Where'd you get that food shit?"

What? 

 Rough neck

Hoods

 Kickin at the crumblin building

Pieces coming off

    "There's some good filth down here"

"Woman? "

"MAN!" 

   Geary st and 

the cops are on a stakeout

half the cars

Have busted windows

 We know well not to call them out

But looking at each other thinking

'What the fuck?"

sitting in the back seat of a cop car

giving a report