Just a punk

Astoria tracks

Leather jacket &

Essential backpacks

Turnstile jumpers

Fascist thumpers

Boots tied tight

For stomping trumpers

Hoods, on a sunny day

But polite most say

Straight on course

Better make way

Astoria tracks

Gentrifiying media hacks

All the palm of their soft hands

...Better back off Jack!

Sun descends beyond

Skylined platforms

Pissed on graffiti tags

Where legends were born

Electric cars

Rails got worn

Astoria tracks

Fabrics got torn

Sirens wail

And pigs assail

A window witness

Tells tall tales

In a melting pot

Subtle stars are born

All devils of Astoria

Adorn no horns...

...Punk dat poetry...

This is the hovering of the sable that the wit of skeptics disables... Will the color drip from the tip, and mar the surface as of yet unsplit? Perfection! I hear a thousand whispers in debate... Echoing: "Can anyone really do it?" And will it be worthwhile? That we, We, should pause, lift our eyes and smile... Or laugh... Or tear... Or even if the crowd should just stay and jeer. The voices in my ear, that say, "Yes, yes of course my dear;" and wait (regardless of my mistake!) for the canvas to be bent with a pressure as if something vital was really meant.

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