Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Federal Hill

They put it in the papers
All the time

How it’s not the same
As it was

No fucking kidding
What is?

What’s the same
As it was
Thirty, forty years later?

The Pyramids?
The Grand Canyon?
The Ocean?
Even the oceans aren’t the same
They’re rising
Read a book
Fucking A

The Hill’s changing, so what?

All for the better?

Things don’t change for the better
In ways you recognize

My wife gets a new hairdo
You think I notice?

No

Does that mean I don’t like it?

No

Maybe she gets a haircut I don’t like
Then I notice

Maybe if I don’t notice
It means things are good
That’s how it is with my wife’s head
Why should the Hill
Be any different?

I like the new activity
I don’t like the crime, obviously
But there’s always been crime

That’s just part of the culture

The only thing that’s changed
Is who the crime is happening to

Nobody cared when their uncle
Was beating the shit out of somebody
So long as they nice and tucked in
A few blocks away
And nobody was going to bother them

And sometimes even then
People bothered them
Because maybe some people
Didn’t like your uncle so much

People tell the story
The way they want
To tell the story

This one’s a hero
And that one was a sweetheart
And this one went with all the boys
And there’s where you used to get soda pop
For a penny

Fuck all that

How do you know you can trust
The people telling you all this, huh?

You don’t

My sister lives near the Armory
And she used to be terrified
To leave her house

She’s still terrified
But now when she leaves
I’m not terrified

So that’s something, right?

When I was a kid
My best friend
Had an aunt
Who lived out in the woods
No people around
And one night
Three guys broke into her house
Tied her up
And left her there
For three days
Before somebody found her

She could have died
Cause of some maniacs

Surprised they didn’t kill her

And you want me to be thinking about--

Oh, aren’t you scared
Of where you live?

We should all be scared
To be alive

Period

There’s no such thing as safe
No matter where you are

So sometimes living in the fire
Is better than living
Next to it
Don’t you think?

Weird way of looking at it
But that’s how I look at things

That’s how you don’t drive yourself crazy

And sometimes you go crazy anyway

Nothing you can do


Nothing you can do about that

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