Genesis: TFMA

It was a town of gravel and greed

Of rape-cut logs weeping sap into the river

Of Unholy rollers and whiskey drinkers and rollicking money men

Of law breakers and lone wolves and loan sharks

Poking their great sticks into the gyre

Spewing their spunk against the shore.

It was a town of machines

fighting sleep until dawn with a hungry hohum

churning time into dollars,

chumming dollars into time.

It was a town of  paychecks and strangers and honky tonk patrons

Of paper and cotton and metal,

 Bright pennies, sore losers, and children

Of Buckles and shit smears and liquor,

Of lovers and shovels and death.

It was a town of

suckers and sinners greedily milked

By those who were assholes by name and date and nature,

It was a town of the faithful and fickle, fighting and

clawing at their blood brimming eyes

 far from eden and hard of hearing,

silently, blindly, anonymously

sliding through the sluice gate of the 20th century.

It was a town that was randy and  red cheeked,

Burnished with drinking and dancing

its skirts hitched up with splinters

heels kicking dandelions and dirt

in the alleyways.

It was a town that was female and horny with the carress of trowels

 in brick crotches

And hungry and female under the gliding mouths of fish.

snacking on moss and stone and

female with its cascade of slick hope and sweet tricks.

The town was a big prick

turgid at the head waters,  ballsy with investors

 Jerked off  by trains and trolleys and

Time pieces, laughing, smashed,

And coming hard under the hammering

of 16 hour work days.