Hate of the City

Feb 20
1 min read

Sitting on rooftops

sifting through back-alley dungeons

we were the trembling few

gaslit by the corner lights

Fires in dark alcoves

a ghost hanging from poles

upside-down crosses

dangled from the eyes in the sky

We had rotten features

friendships becoming sharp

the hate of the city

locked its talons into me

Another night of chaos

when freedom turns the other cheek

A bareknuckle street fight

the shadows cry themselves to sleep

It’s bliss when you never

have to return home again

when the rambling city freaks

pounce on you like prey

A worry like poison

drunk by the ghastly ones

We prowl around till sunrise

looking for a feast

Recent Posts

See All

Beneath the Bridge

I drew back the baton. The parking meter looked completely unharmed. My hand stung. The baton was shaking. There was a group of kids with shaved heads or spikey, died hair standing outside of the

A Different Beat

I march to a different beat than that of the normal creeps I’m not normal I’m about as normal as an aching back The world sometimes looks queer through my strange visions of dialectical solutions and

Happy Face

1. A guy I knew— somewhat but not well he was a familiar face I’d see from time to time but that’s all he was I heard he had just shot himself in the face three days ago My best friend was like a

Comments