mixed nuts, shaved fish
on the prowl, red-blue
brimstone beat. yells
the kids "FUCK OFF!
police-maan".
tells the cop he aint
wanted, tells the cop
the world is alright.
crime is the streets,
the streets bloody and bruised;
crimson washed in sterile blue.
the scene has been disturbed,
the city wants the body.
the policeman goes home-
fucks his husband.
the kids grow up,
maybe his, maybe not
the bars don't discriminate,
the city sleeps in sirens' blessing.
goodnight sweet baltimore



