[Seymour BUTTS]

ayo the trolley car vibrates. . .
but the richter scale pales compared to young Johnny Cobb's mindrate
window designs break, and everything is spinning and moving
Johnny could see it right away - they were in for a doozy
all breaks in a flash...it's so simple and moving
a mighty city brought to its kness, crippled and luring
glass glitters; the concrete's sharp, shimmering jewelry
The disease, man. and earth administers curing.
It's slightly cynical, in line with Johnny's faltering flow
his wife and her lover left him to father a daughter alone
honestly she's little miss Melissa Clotterman's clone...
'Frisco squeaks in intermittent, teeter tottering groans.
The trolley car tips...fear peaks and time warps to a crawl
the conductor's shriek morphs, now he morbidly drawls
atop one of these welcoming rises and loitering falls -
the hand strap - it swings away as nature bouyantly calls.
Johnny stretches and grabs, the car's wrecked in the crash
there was no blood before, but now in seconds - a bath
Melissa's silent and wide-eyed, Johnny holds tight to her blouse
His other shoulder dislocated - pain he hides in his brow
the screams and the groans, they're so surreal it seeps to his bones...
he pulls Melissa single-handedly to the street by a phone
Fork in the road. they run down during the pause to a park
then lie on rubber. The quake rises and violently sparks.
On their stomachs, a view of falling beams and detritus puffs
sometimes disaster can enlighten more than mescalin does
as nebulous buildings...tower above in skeletal bluffs
strength mates with the unknown,
in this potentiated, eloquent dust.




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