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Where the Bastard is God?
One night downtown
I had this breakdown
Not scary like horror
Not boring like nerves
Just this one-night downtown

Not filthy quiet
Like the death of a whore
Not flesh torn by bicycle chains
Like inner city riots after football
Not greasy blinking Loss
Crying into beer cursing the boss
Just this one-night downtown

My mind refused to cuff and kick
Bolted down manholes to licksick laughs
Out of the mess masquerading under my name
The candle of darkness was at midnight pitch
Only black cindersparks where I used to holler
Curses at the dark ghosts of history's bicycle
Not sneaking out of her life
Not holding out on her a revolution spin-
ning back-wards
and O just this one-night downtown