Cult of the Dead Cow 173

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  ...presents...                   Urban Womb 
                                                         by EnTrOpY 

                      >>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<< 
                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- 
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INVIDIOUS URBAN WOMB 
moons teeth sunken in their scalps 
the straitjacket men walk wet to the knees 
scuffing along past 
tumbleweeds past 
rubble in the unconsciously concrete tunnels 
past disturbed beer cans 
past the graffiti scrawl promises of 
murdering and dead bodies ahead and 
all that stuff 
the roar of vehicles 
from far 
above. 
Our skateboards over our shoulders 
footsteps candleglowing echo 
of flashlights. 
the hatchet-man is somewhere ahead of us 
grinding madly in the dark. 

 
             "Rusted Shut" 

              down on the street nothings 
              moving, but trash 
              still scatters in the dirty wind 
              and dirty cars drift cautiously by 
              like friendly piranhas. 

              Tough guys sweat it out in leather 
              jackets and their girlfriends 
              ignore them. 
              nobody touches anybody. 

              A cluster of acidheads in tie-dye and 
              blood-shot stand on the overpass 
              watching the ripple of traffic 
              lights from green to red to gold 
              and finally back to 
              red. 

              These lights go on for miles and miles 
              and probably never stop. 

              I feel strange. 
              I hope it storms. 

              If it rains I'll feel like Marlon Brando 
              and I'll be alone here 
              If the sky were only a bit more gray 
              or the wind were stronger 
              I might let it carry me- 
  
              But it isn't. and its not. and I don't. 

              I imagine sometimes I will grow old this way, 
              thinking things. seeing things. 
              Perhaps. 
               
              I'll never say anything nice again. 
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  .ooM   |Copr. 1991 cDc communications by EnTrOpY               07/20/91-#173| 
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