Over Stars and Gutters – Consider This Your Curse Over Stars and Gutters – Consider This Your Curse

Over Stars and Gutters - Consider This Your Curse

Over Stars and Gutters - Consider This Your Curse

These black boots are a tattered history. For years they carried me burnt, torn and ignored from show to show through wretched pulp of this city’s lazy snow. To Alphabet bars where all the whiskey living interrupted fishnet dreams. Across the blood of bolder men. Through shattered glass. Snuffed cigarettes. Past the rabble slurring Armageddon while the bison grazed on change.

Home.

Now they sit in the corner collecting spiders in the dust by the swords where dogs sleep.

And I go about my days. All business. All bullshit. Memos and meetings and bosses cc’d to keep every interaction inspected by the net of corporate hierarchy. And it’s not so bad, really. It’s just the long price of living enough in this city without a trust to fund another decade of wild misgivings.

Yes it is. It’s awful.

And that’s why I keep my urban shitkickers handy. Disused, sure. Neglected. Ill-fitting from all the beer and sweat they’ve had to bear under the duct tape rain-proofing improvisations. But mine.

My past. My pleasure. My time in the pit getting my head kicked by some skinhead shit and his avenue ants to believe in something. God knows what, then. Whatever they had, I guess.

Come at me with an anthem I could never forget.

Over Stars and Gutters - Consider This Your Curse, reviewed by Charles on 2009-08-24T09:31:19+00:00 rating 3.5 out of 5



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