The Funky Train 4

As peepholes windows rattled on over pot holes, In the inner sanctum, dim-light show darkly, As prolific pickpockets glimpsed full fat purses; With stealthy filty paws to fiddle and fondle inside hot pies Where hustling market's women chests underwear pouches, Raucous kerfuffle flew after razor slashed deep pockets; Like the flight of Flamengos Dropping on motion, the golden stolen wallet assailant vamoose; And here, disgraceful disguise faces of nourished notorious beggars, Glib salesman eulogize marble chalk tablets and turpentine, To singe one thousand and one sickness, And lifeless crowd spilled and shrouded lapsed on the parts of poison ivy; Thrust-thronged, defacing the emerging showcase of faceless skyscrappers, Better forgot in the museum of pyramid antiquity, And rot on the garbage of yawning-gap memory, Dark films smoke caked on drooping ill-faded fountain Hibiscus, Tree-lined traveling barb-wire amid Toxic sludge plaster grass on muddy carpeted borderline, The prowling beast trailing, triggering machine-gun shrapnels and blasts; Screaming smoking tires scattered shimmering lights on wet avenue, Turning bank of orchard blooming in red pomegranate into cemetery bay.