the world is on pause.
u think we’re progressing
Fires crackle in barrels in alleys in the night
I pass by glittering cafes and galleries with hubub wafting into the air
People laugh postiche nervous laughs
Their monsters claw at their glided guts,
gagged
coked down
Gucci prada porsche
Tv movie gorge
Gorge
Show me my white ambition hollywood
Serve it to me on a plate
which i shall then wash
Men and women tremor down the street
in strident solo conversation
The European dream is blossoming
right here in la
There’s more human feces on public sidewalks than there is of dogs;
the dogs who oft can be found in fine clothes
with primped fur,
pert and alert
they are lifted above the invisible rabble
Oh how you wish they were, White Dream
Trust that in my mind is a prepared place
for the deep incineration
of the pundits this nation