shut up and play the hits

my life is a cave-dream
the cub-mouths of tawny lions shouting
endless praise, & rebuke, & folly
ink like styx and stones in the bed of my bones
new york, i love you, but you're bringing me down
new york, i love you, but you're wasting my time
i want to do something, you know?, until i die
i've a rattlesnake on my spine and
bell-jars ever always on my mind
stray cats rub against my shins
we speak in sparks
and i love the stars
over this city.