that lost

that lost generation on 
the corner of 6th street
and some unrecalled cross
half lives forgotten
at cigarette butt curbs
run sticky with
mad dog spilled
waiting for the bloodsport
to find its fill feeding
the maelstrom under
paint-me-black decks

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