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