Indian Grey

The still Sacramento winters
Grey beyond all hope
Have me popping Sudafed
That has me popping Valium
Just to slow my heart beat
To match the city beat
Slow slow slow, boring
Grey city has my heart
Yearning for colors in
Women, New cities, adventures
Excitement chewed up swallowed and
Excreted into light grey waste
The artificial joy, sense of adventure
Is all the same where you go
That new pussy or cock
Becomes stale
That bustling new street corner
Becomes the last awful sight before
Home
I wish I was an Indian
Feather in head peyote in hand
Looking into the pure night sky
Knowing nothing about the
Western grey that is to come

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