CITY OF NIGHT

Remember in the summer when we woke with the weather Your first taste of a womans lips baby.

Though a homeless cradlerobber Id lead you from these Israels of veiled betrayal

To give you pleasure beyond any measure beyond the reason of seasons.

Slick and deceptive your wet cobblestone heart. The trees leaned in wind gave no ballast.

You returned to your rich mans daughter left your poor whore.

What a bummer in the poisoned summer the morning after the rapture. To prisoner from warden in your concrete Garden I begged of thee Dont tread on me.

No Savior you sold on silver. Me Im on the lookout for golds true glimmer.

Hustler panhandler I sift the Citys lit river for that wicked shimmer.

They all wanna know why I crawled so low: The better to see your glory. Show me the light in your City of Night.