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cDc 173: Urban Womb
by EnTrOpY
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...presents... Urban Womb
by EnTrOpY
>>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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INVIDIOUS URBAN WOMB
moons teeth sunken in their scalps
the straitjacket men walk wet to the knees
scuffing along past
tumbleweeds past
rubble in the unconsciously concrete tunnels
past disturbed beer cans
past the graffiti scrawl promises of
murdering and dead bodies ahead and
all that stuff
the roar of vehicles
from far
above.
Our skateboards over our shoulders
footsteps candleglowing echo
of flashlights.
the hatchet-man is somewhere ahead of us
grinding madly in the dark.
"Rusted Shut"
down on the street nothings
moving, but trash
still scatters in the dirty wind
and dirty cars drift cautiously by
like friendly piranhas.
Tough guys sweat it out in leather
jackets and their girlfriends
ignore them.
nobody touches anybody.
A cluster of acidheads in tie-dye and
blood-shot stand on the overpass
watching the ripple of traffic
lights from green to red to gold
and finally back to
red.
These lights go on for miles and miles
and probably never stop.
I feel strange.
I hope it storms.
If it rains I'll feel like Marlon Brando
and I'll be alone here
If the sky were only a bit more gray
or the wind were stronger
I might let it carry me-
But it isn't. and its not. and I don't.
I imagine sometimes I will grow old this way,
thinking things. seeing things.
Perhaps.
I'll never say anything nice again.
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.ooM |Copr. 1991 cDc communications by EnTrOpY 07/20/91-#173|
\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away. FIVE YEARS of cDc|
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