Chicago Loves You

Chicago loves you like that pigeon embryo squashed on the sidewalk below your backalley balcony,
smellin sharp of fireworks, chocolate, and sewage grates when she tosses back an old style in the pink
morning as she loads up the meat on the truck, spray-paint scrawled brickface shinin with dirt and smoke,
rollin up butts stolen from hotel ashtrays, ringin her helado bells and honkin 'er horn at the mad basstid cabs
whizzin thru her veins, the rumble trucks, the scattered shots pluggin up her arteries, brainsplatter valentine
sign cross the bootlegger's flowershop, chicago loves you deep in her bones risin up from swamp all those ghosts chasin down wacker basement, counting seven stars at night on the roof bathin in the stadium lights glow, arms all bronzed from streetlights, flashcars slowin at the hooded kids, searchin shoes and paintin on bruises, chicago cares for you like the plowtrucks kickin backa sheeta ice, loads you up like a hotdog with all the works and beer here! mumblin as she pushes her cancart cross cement slabs, shittin down backwards greenrive speedin your bloodstream chatterin yr glassteeth stretchin that sidewalk squaring down to neon aztec warriors crumblin under the overpass, gobblin ribs down in the rusty grassgrown ford down by the train tracks backbone crackin to the blues.