South Shore

There had been a time when I was once lucid

upon entering the labyrinth I became disoriented and inebriated

scurrying like a blind rodent, meeting countless dead ends

squirreling away nuggets of gnosis for rainy days

toward the end I found myself holed up in a motel

door jams busted from previous raids

the hallways full of fiends who clawed at painted women

dotted arms they sold their love cheap

there was a stench of piss and stale whiskey

encompassed in an atmosphere of violence

choking on narcotic fog

that was when I realized that I was home

this was a south shore haven

certainly its far from perfection

dirty and violent but at least its honest

the only womb I´ve ever known

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