Olehole
Jukebox Creek
in the stained yellow glowof midnight's exhaustwe spat syllablesstumbled and swayedwhen from the back room shadowsthe wolves slunk towards the streetpack snapping and snarlingstalking carbonated preyand ceasing all revelthe crowd gathered and frothedas blood in the airput teeth in their eyesI sat inside jawedin righteous disdainshaking and slurpingshaking and slurpingcloaked by howling contemptchocked by the scowling exemptpulled to the mouth of visceral needand drawn to the working of thieves
From Letras Mania