Requiem

These tiny blinking yellow lights
These obscene neon grins
Stretching from here to everywhere
Dangling over my head
At obtuse, impossible angles
Strategically placed
To blot out
The moon, the stars and the beyond
These faces of deathly joy
Deny me sleep.

These fake ornaments
Around immaculate necks of aging whores
Faint beads of perfumed sweat
And the stench
Of rich alcohol on shallow breath
Shallower minds
And expensive drags of exotic tobacco
Shameless old pigs
Lustily nibbling flesh
Fornicating on satin draped divans
Amidst fluttering green bills
And merry shakes of head…
The plastic of it all
Chokes me day by day.

The blind man with his flute
Knocked asunder by the waves
Of high heels and punk boots
Red and green hair
Jingling, rumbling, snickering
Raucous laughter
Men and women
And the animals in them all
Grunting, groping
Cheating, lying,
Struggling in secret
To stare back boldly
At these terribly cold
Blazing city eyes.
The pathetic fight shreds me.

These monstrous organs
Of concrete giants
Sticking up rudely all around
These sleazy erections
Determined to rape everything, everyone.
These houses of
Loss, pain and vicious torture
In the garb of
Hope, dignity and resurrection…

Ah.

|| Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata mundi dona eis requiem ||