BANGING
Head’s banging like drums and
dreams
Drumming for dreams that keep on
banging
They're inside his head now trying
to escape
Insisting that he bangs on the
pipes too
The pipes where they dry the
orange peel
That they roll with tobacco are
always hot
Another tattooist a needle another
tattoo
One last cigarette before they cough
He sells his last pair of shoes
for something to eat
Pulls the wet curtains around him
and tries to sleep
The curtains that double as a
towel and a sheet
Hanging from the landing dangling
out to dry
Banging the drum for the western
dream
To croak in the land of the soft
ice cream
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