Pouring down rain,

Cold grows da mold,

Dank, fetid, blank.

The dog ear'd fog is rank,

Tenacious though, but haggard.

A caked-up hooker

Galumphes,

Then,

Sprawls.

Dull thud.

 

I scope it.

Hmmmmmmmm....says I,

T'was a trance, blank'd,

What sank her...

 

Then...

Thru the flatiron trees,

A ragged wheeze...

Slithering, cough'd out,

Chatter'd snatches,

Born on breezes,

Moldy now, musky...

Dry'd hacks and wheezes,

A buncha geezers.

Yeah, I seez'm.

Staggerin', weavin',

Out of the haze..

Lurchin' like

Punch drunk slo mo slam dancers,

The ol' wet dog wankers diminish,

Grow hazier,...

Stenches reek,

Float on greas'd lazy air,

I go crazier...

In.