hey, lady love, your overpriced social cause or mine?

we walk together guarded

because it is secret

because it is promised

because the mystics and poets

singers, swingers, dancers, lovers

summoned the gods in the tunnels

the underground labyrinth of freedom

passage and personhood granted by pantheons

long dead but still dancing the street

essence and smiles fade still the hearts beat

ancient stories detailed on concrete walls

hieroglyphs and sigils gifts of rebellion

starving artists, junkies, rebels, misanthropes

barry manilow, john wayne, donald trump, snooky

the flowers of the up and coming mental apocalypse

so kiddos roll up your sleeves

all signs point down into the bowels

shit’s about to get really real richie rich!

take my hand, lover of mine, let’s rock the subway!

 

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