FIRST POSTED: 05/03/11

The Shankill butchers ride tonight. You better shut your windows tight. They’re sharpening their cleavers and their knives. And taking all their whiskey by the pint…

Nice girls, not one with a defect. Cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct.
Red dogs under illegal legs. She looks so good that he gets down and begs.

On a rooftop in Brooklyn, one in the morning, watching the lights flash in Manhattan. I see five bridges. The Empire State Building. And you said something I’ve never forgotten.

Southern trees bear strange fruit. Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

I met a gin-soaked bar-room queen in Memphis. She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.

Don’t go to Gibsom cross the river. The devil is hungry, the devil is sweet.
If you are soft, then you will shiver. They hang the alley cats in Gibsom Street.

Who does not adore the sound. Of music in the name of towns. To build a city on such picturesque ground. That takes some kind of flair. We draw a line the ink is fear. You stay that side we’ll stay here.

Valerie Solanis took the elevator got off at the 4^th floor.
Valerie Solanis took the elevator got off at the 4^th floor.
She pointed the gun at Andy saying you cannot control me anymore.