Burn 'Em, Jonathan!

with an axe
and a match,
forever,
Jono be searchin',
just a guttersnipe,
feeling fine, w/ pieces of his mind.

He
agrees with me,
Brooklyn is dangerous.

I live to see the light of dawn,
trade beats with the river.
not with heroes, knuckles are cracked.

like backs and boulevards.
mere witnesses.

good friends.
beyond fingers.
Jono be of them.
while
I've been all over.
I spend my time just like I do.
I stay out of trouble.
but it has a way of finding you.
and me.

this is the life I've always wanted
(to witness),
something on which not to be counted.

the pats on the back
that the Devil gives you every so often,
when you've done something good.
taverns, dirty ones.

all we have is time.
and bridges to...burn.