lanes under the city

This is not my place to cry
And this isn't the page either
But it was my boots,
My rain boots,
Kept me from going under
The city
Under the water and air
To smel and touch
Wat fills the hollow parking lots
Wat feeds the curling weeds
From under the white sand sidewalk.
Dump it city from ur view
And fill ur heart with it
Dirty rivers for tears
Smels unwanted by our senses
Save them under the city
Where only the crying care to walk.
9-8-03