Red House

Meet me on the corner of 17th ave and 8th The red house with its front yard excavated at the gate Pasty's playing guitar in the back with Tetsuo And Trav is smoking DMT his door is sealed closed Proctor writing poems in the dusty chicken coop And Jackie with her lost boys mother Mary of the troop Sonki cutting cards up on the front suspended stoop Or at the court with Nine Inch and Renaldo shooting hoops Varley counts infinity inside of his own mind Ken has life and luster behind blistering blue eyes A place to find a footing without wearing a disguise A halfway house for those that were silently ostracized Walls were thin enough to hear the love in Kiki's laugh Sticks and stones and vultures wouldn't block our only path What a time to be alive