What do de date matter
What do it matter
How the wind don't blow
The rain she black
And nasty as boogers
The city she a naked stranger
With worms in
Her hair
And red teeth
The neighbors they
They might as well be
Alive
But they dead
Upstairs
And rotten like
Old cantaloupes
What do de date matter
What do it matter
The moon now
She all clean and
White as bone ash
She up there grinning
Like a crazy woman
Making me dizzy
--Francis Poole
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