9/16/17 2:27 AM
\"Let My People Go\" -Darondo, 2005
Losing my mind on busted stone stoops,
I see visions of canal waters and beleaguered drunkards stuck in crystalline loops.
Cursed with noise from siren and bugs
This town that never settles keeps you jumping through hoops.
The biggest tragedy that ever happened in brockport
was a small garbage fire
some refuse rejected the town
and went up in flames
that beat to hell shed took the brunt of the heat
the nicer decrepit building next to it lost some insulation
Now the landlord\'s shit is exposed to the wind
rain and dust
this fire was started anonymously
by some higher power
or electrical mishap
either are as meaningful
The saddest part is the cats
those two skulking sentinels that used to roam
this lurid lot
the bonfire of trash displaced the happy couple from their home
and now we are left unguarded
the lot seems dead
a ghost reef of automobiles and potholes
left stagnant in downtown waters
it makes the smoke sterile
the nicotine bitter air and sticky september afterthoughts
I think the cats live in a vegetable garden now
they got out