this land of lost loves and lowlifes br and strands of her hair like dangling needles br these angels weeping midnight br that streaks across their faces br running like a river br but never keeping up br she cops she's tired br along with other vagabond excuses br while monkey-fucking cigarettes from passers-by br the street ties up her hair like ribbons br she's a rodent br in some shame-numb collective br shot from the planet br stubbing her toes on starsbr br Rev. Dr. A.