Chicago A Concrete River I Miss
There's a tribal Native American Ojibwa spirit hiding in Chicago
A Thunderstorm Of Words 4 Chicago
Winds rushing past on Lincoln Avenue gravel
Asphalt and lots of grit mixed with gasoline
There are cars racing by in monotonous buzzer patterns
Bubble gum oily and grey and dirty mixed saturated with bacteria
Turning rolling broiling into black and blotched numbness brains
A forte of humanity lying prone on the roadway
Waiting patiently for bicyclists to fall upon and rub cheeks into
Roaring like a ravens wing in a windswept dust carpet
Tunnels of time and paychecks
Go drifting into forever or at least until Armitage Avenue
Then Lake Shore Drive whistling forward lysurgically acidically
Upon the Drake Hotel
Michigan Avenue girls sailing short skirts
Lushness sexy madness
Waving into the night the lakes waves rolling and rolling and rolling
Wondering where are the sturgeon and coyote trapped on ice floes and in delis
Somewhere a young man with an old man's spirit is riding on eight wheels
Bringing bad news to the city
To pay for raw fish and underwear and desires of the hungry platitudes
Still there's no place for a lost soul
No misfit oil painter
No room in an Institute of Art
Only room for mockingbirds and demagogues and sycophants
Only rewards for antiunion union workers clandestine shit piles
Oil wrecks called actresses all petroleum in spirit
The Swiss Hotel treatment is like a white satin mistress
Tearing at something buried hidden
A wondering mystic lost in a tribe in a country forgotten woods
A pulsing quasi star maybe planetoid maybe hot dog with celery salt
There in the quiet crying sometimes
A man dare an artist or poet or lumbering oaf of rye withering greens
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