on the brick block side of town
amid the valleys of alleys
where the junkies bunk for the night
beyond the sizzle of street lamp light
therein lies another world
a world of mind, not matter
if you tumble down that way
you’ll find no bright Mad Hatter
you’ll find the grim and grizzly
lick-lipped, dim-eyed and dizzy
oh, oh, oh, but with minds all aglow
tick, tock, like a clock in disjointed flow
