Swamplands

Swampland
...

this street is an illusion
all old oak trees
and fat white niggers

the night air is unusually cold
I can see a whore off to my left
arms around her sagging chest
and shivering like a surrogate rapist
after a cold shower

I can’t help but wonder if her dick is bigger than mine

distractions
so many of them

Burroughs was right
This city is a
dead museum



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Swampland II

...


this jungle is hot and wet
I’ll save you the analogy

purple leaves
browbeaten trees
rot
and mutant wildflowers

this jungle is not a jungle at all
this jungle is a swampland

and this swampland is my home