no man born evil

the streetlights dim as he walks by

ill intent hangs in the air

hangs in the night

hangs with the moon

dull

low and red

shining down against blue and black glow overhead

through empty streets and alleys to the sea

out to the tracks where the river meets

flipping a coin walking tie to tie

a hardened broken man with a pusher's pride

waits on his sale

man of the cloth

father is on a bend and on the outs with god

and out of the dark

a glowing cigarette

i'll take what you got man