Look into my sad eyes
And tell me I am all you have ever wanted.

One day you left
without regard
and took all of me with you.
For days I lingered throughout the lonely halls
searching for what was once mine,
so poise and careful,
it was one of a kind.
People ask from time to time
if it was ever found
My sad response,
"It never came around.
I'm afraid it was burned to the ground
and now the ashes lay within me.
Sometimes at night you'll here things,
look out the window and see me
digging and howling,
hoping for the emergence of my own self."
I truthfully don't know where I'm going,
But I know where I've been.
The torment must be put to rest.
The patronizing stares
and dreams of your face.
I only search for the end,
a gratifying and final death.

Single years roll down my face,
I send smoke signals to teenagers
Lost in the sound of their personal midnight,
Changing their names to ‘lost’ and ‘gained’
and remain unquantifiable
in the loose streets of halogen New York,
or the loose streets of halogen anywhere,

Some places you don’t imagine, only experience,
Some places you don’t  visit but get sent,
Some places demand sacrifice of years you don’t have,
Some places are just prayers and graffiti,

And here, here
The railway bridge adorned,
with tags and padlocks
and ****** fluids with different stories,
I see all the streets and city embodied,
She has a face like blunt force trauma,
Her legs are seductive and her hands
are covered in blood,
Her lover’s smile is an open wound.

In these places there is a fire in every tower,
In these places there is something sharp in every pocket,
In these places there is a sad drawing in your child’s notebook,
In these places there is always a ticking growing louder.

A foetus in handcuffs beneath a middle aged man
hanging from a traffic light;
Incidents unrelated,
Become dead words in piles of boxes,
That don’t realise they tell us how
this city or satellite town
is gathering the dirt for its own burial mound.