finally, the roaring has stopped
\nsunrays fall silently on cold asphalt
\nadorned with blots of saliva
\nthe first bus is hissing<\/p>\n
an echo of last night’s tremendous crescendo
\nof that ever attacking and decaying symphony of noise
\ninterspersed with the curses of staggering repatriates
\na staccato of ‚fuck you fuckers fuck fuck you fuckers‘
\nand the desultory threats of pathetic hipster kids<\/p>\n
in the first tangerine morning light
\nthe city has almost regained its innocence
\nthe blaring insults and evergreen trash
\nof ever repeating lucky daft punks<\/p>\n
breathing the air heavy with waste-whatever
\nblinking against the sky after a night
\nin which the eye wanted to sleep
\nbut the head was no mattress<\/p>\n
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