these are the unregulated rabbit holes, barrack homes and taverns built for  devil's acre 
opium enthusiasts and baritones, marigold - the garish allure of the burning barbary, 
underbelly born of 40 thieves in whorish harmony, hammering for the dark and 
heartless,  harpy, shark and harlot argue breathing room, do not let the arson jeeper 
creeper you, if we elect the scenic route see it as greener grasses, like morphine after 
snatch help you forget diseases matter, not to mention 15 cents for either weakens 
cheaper gamblers down for [bad word] inside a melting pot, no one's ever melting they just yell 
a lot, stab each other, drink and eat and belly-flop,  Murder Point, your thoroughfare at  
12 o'clock  is  [bad word] and back, EMB to chinatown, kearny clashing cutters out the nether-
world, sydney ducks to pistol [bad word] the centerfold, every cellar iniquity, pretty killers and 
pistol petes, might wake up with horses tearing at your limbs symmetrically  

tomorrow morning when the wharf is finished warping, you will wash up on the shore and 
wonder what was so alluring,   
 
tomorrow evening when the leeches finish feeding, you will regret the ownership of an 
aorta that is bleeding
 
before a later bay was calm, disreputable hangers on, [bad word] for the hungry like 
montgomery's little ghenghis khans, who plain as day would operate in holes where no 
patrollers go, groggeries that host the most ignoble dog and pony show, francis of assisi 
in his grave alone to roller-coast,  his opus now a cove where all the lowest lows can 
grow and grow,  with no sign of a holy ghost, more the polar:  horns and rosy cloven 
toes, bunny-hop claims, fold and overthrow, gangland anchors hit the harbor down for 
hangman, shuffle fifty two and slip the chew behind the  fang-span,  greenhorn, he just 
wanna help his hammers harmonize, stowed in [bad word] #39;s cargo by the spark in those wells 
fargo eyes, and famine wasn't featured in the pamphlet,  neither were the cancers, camp 
was smoking chimney, mantle, taxidermy antlers, now the sourdough is lifted out the  
 [bad word] of kitchens,  satan out on broadway and pacific blowing kisses,  

tomorrow morning when the wharf is finished warping, you will wash up on the shore and 
wonder what was so alluring,   
 
tomorrow evening when the leeches finish feeding, you will regret the ownership of an 
aorta that is bleeding
 
40 winks, [bad word] at the grizzly, no lullaby, clark's point trollops off the docks to flood and 
multiply, until a brilliant golden mother-load in the bank, hold up your drink, she said 
between her legs that other gold's pink, sold it for cheap along the waterfront,  wretched 
little clusters push a fuss of smutty huffing plus some itching and [bad word] .. little 
wonder you, in public for the buck, [bad word]  rusty cutter gut any cutty [bad word] who 
want it hellcat maggie, aggie, move to the music, she had learned to spoon pollution in a 
climate [bad word] for losing, thousand more like her in the cow-yards moo-ing, ooo-wee, 
beneath the [bad word] harvest moon and UV, note it's the very same foundation on which 
you and yours sleep, layers of players over debaucherous troubadour speak, they puff 
the pathogens and never let the humidors breath, that's why you grew up on stale 
tobacco and juniper trees.