Cesspool Citizens
Someone needs
to lead us
out
of this
shit on sidewalks
shit on our souls
I’m slipping
with every step
trying to kick
someone’s ass
deep realizing
it should be my own ass
but I can’t reach it
dragging
on my laurels
I tried
to swing swift
a sucker punch
but missed
my crooked chin
somebody help me
aim and connect
a black eye
cut lip
bent nose
laughing
is all I have left
fingerprinting
poems on walls
erected excrement.
Patrons
Tub
full of tepid water and
tainted blood
a Madonna changing
her mood and
trying to seal her slit
wrist with Elmer’s glue
now standing on her balcony
dripping
nude
overlooking the city
fanning her flames
cauterizing her orifice
unable to utter
her groans echoing
citywide
hair between her legs
catching fire
eyes melting down her cheeks
breasts deflating
a savage
spectacle
all these years
everyone
paying
top dollar to see.