Weird Men -

Hanging out down by where

The big bear used to be

On james and livingston ave

Smoking on spent pall malls

With a couple of friends

Trading secrets for what we have

Bored with boredom, looking forward to

Miracles, miracles, miracles, miracles

Sudden silence, eyes

Riveted to some figures

Approaching along the link fence

We with coveted hips

Recognize in their eyes

Maybe predators near and we tense

Slow approaching three dark men with a

Spark in their irises, irises, irises

Weird men

Weird men

Weird men

Danced with us one day

We didn’t know what to say

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