Steam rising and spiraling   then vanish in the wind   I cant tell where the land ends and the sky begins   are you acquainted with the threat of being killed   or are you conversing with pigeons on the window sill      every battle has been fought and everything I think was thought   down we down weve descended   every day keeps getting shorter as my sleeves start getting longer   and the sidewalks overflow      patronize pedestrians with no sense of direction   when youre lost and cant ask a question      this city truly is is assaulting my senses   unkempt unruly devour defenseless occupant   if poverty builds character and spoils breed arrogance   id rather consort with the low and the decandent      youd better have the strength of the wandering aimless   with an audience of the most prestigious   do you have to strain to love the one you came with   i hope you have the strength because were in the belly of...