Re: [Culture] Urban picnic

[Dan Myers]

Sitting on my swing I smell the toxic fumes Of tar and sweat In the air, it looms   Yet remnants of food Is never seen here There's a B & B nearby I heard it's queer   They have a nice guy He cleans up a lot From leaves to snow not missing a spot   He does the whole block And I can't thank him enough because I forgot his name Shit, ain't life tough?   Dan Myers ----- Original Message ----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] ; [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Thursday, August 05, 2004 5:28 PM Subject: Re: [Culture] Urban picnic avocado just sits at the window and stares waiting for pizza and gasping for air   half a banana a dirty old fish smells like chunk tuna an elegant dish   in the rotunda no chilidogs there no beer and no mustard but lots of green hair   the party on pine street kept everyone up the party on walnut it just really sucked   my hands on my wallet my fingers on fire unbridled credenzas the pentecost choir   a can of grape soda a whiff of cocaine come sit by my pillow we'll watch while it drains