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I like the air

by Robert Francis

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Filed down coffins in the neighbourhood.
A spanish girl walking by the cemetery wood.
Five in the pan, we do what we can though it ain´t right.
A fat man sitting on the side of his remote, his daughter on the kitchen trying to clean his coat, I bet she can´t.
The rattle of the bottle on a warped wooden desk, shaking back and forth beside my bated breath.
A blind girl laughing while I stare at her chest, I´m in the zone.
I won´t survive if I make it out alive.
Seven/ten split, I don´t got...

Down on Main Street, I got friends waiting there.
I don´t need no drop off girls.
I like the air.

Elysian park through the dark about a mile.
A little white girl with a Bobby king smile.
Blue little bags she says she knows I´m feeling bad I´m worth your while.
But here ´tween the palette feelings I don´t understand, cardboard cutouts, just be a man.
Have fun walking home in Mike Davis land.
Pull the wool over my eyes.
I don´t want to understand.
I like the trees, the army and the colors that they wear, they like to scare.
A few blocks home from remembering my name, a few blocks home.

Down on Main Street, I got friends waiting there.
I don´t need no drop off girls.
I like the air.
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