City Song

It's time to write

like a loosening of the bowels

this thought is pushing its tiny

sticky head

through the egg shell

of my mind

I hate this city

and sometimes

it hates me too

There is a word

bouncing around my head

stucatto

I feel - Staccato

I feel staccato here

here and now

a noisy noisy staccato

like wind whistling

stopping

in a cavity near my heart

How is it possible

for this city

to put its long

uncut nail fingers

so deep in my gut

that the exit wound

is a loud heavy metal  scratch all the way

up

I can see my muscle and flesh and tissue

on those talons

like the talons are giggling

sputtering

my blood and the city sewers

back at me

let me be whole

in my darkness

Why must you intrude

With your lights

That stillness in my mind

Wont scare me anymore

But this scattered

Kinetic

Energy of this city

Will burst in

With a thousand seductive memories

With cheap horror movie make up

this city

my city

chases me through

my own

bloody arteries

twisting off into blue veins

while i stand

transfixed

by the roar

of this city

this noisy

insidious

metallic

sound of

this city.

And then I see you breaking too

Searching

Hungering

That sludge

In your stomach

Must be hard to digest

A thousand thriving

On the unsteady beating of your heart

Pissing into your life blood

Im laughing at you too

Everyday

Through petrol fumes

But I don’t want to be you

I don’t want to be hard and strong

And breakable

I want soft and supple

And bendy happiness

I am one

And one is quite enough