neu musiks

the house is gutters dripping urban rain
the mind racked overloaded coal freight train
the heart is a museum frought with blue pike angler’s knots
where bison stuffed with silicon dodge cowboys’ deadpan shots

come stand within a circle drawn with oil & broken glass
our guts still stained with pesticides & crowbars in our grasps
until we rise to smash the pale face of this dirty town
(in self fulfilling lexicon) the deal has been let down