Some of EL-P's extraordinary verse from Lookin' Over a City:

"My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin' a profit popsic': where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin'.

Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus fabric logic, where true-to-dirt perps go incogninant.

Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project -- hard copy.

Books will suffer Fahrenheit's.

Quality of life flesh-sliced.

Omega daylight quota, pop-luck lottery info.

GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco.

Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish, gass bubble lo-cal profile.

The year's fiscal.

Workin family--social Jowe.

Boot camp, rehab, group-home kid,

Idolized cartoon missile.

Mostly, lonely, plant life.

Cement arena scream, we don't listen closely."

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