Asphalt and Flesh

The streets are the fuckin' same

Always.

Flesh comes and goes

Streets stay the same

An intersection will take some

The cops will rearrange the location of others

They just watch and wait.

They took your parents and they will take your children

You can borrow them for a little bit

but they will outlast you

They will bring you joy

Then rip you down.

They take the rich, the poor and everything else

They took River, Kinison, Dean

too many to count

There is an equalizing calm to their justice

They balance the scales.

They are taking some smug asshole right now;

feel good about it

Unfortunately they take a saint next

The sun will bake our flesh and dreams into the asphalt

They need to feed

Soon or eventually.

They don't care

I promise you. They don't care