the streets of philadelphia

"fare thee well, gone away, there's nothing left to say"...i sit home after a few wild weeks...i sit by the delaware looking off into camden...the campbells soup sign blazing in the distance...the currents slowly rocking me to sleep...the air burning me to the bone...i walked the fancy-pants blocks, i stumbled pre-pubescent streets...i climbed the granite steps, and looked upon the parisian boulevards...lost again since god knows when...lost again and at peace...death crept upon my withered soul and i thought about the past...the schuylkill river shining like ice in the sun...what has brought me to this life, is it genetics, the cosmic stew, the comforting embrace of the divine?...i live in this grand city, and i visit lesser ones...another night in the grasp of john jameson...another night in the land of the dead...