Big Pounding Slithering Glowing Radioactive
Cities
Killing me with the flush of drive
and lust
Slowly riveting me into the steel
chambers of the first Architect
Cain
His howl his lust
his growing power
in bursting legs
fleeing
He must rise
He must run
He must raise
a city
to block a bloodied stun
to the head
Run Cain
and make me
a column
a filigree
a neon cut
a laughing monolith
Twist me and turn me
into the gust
of your need
I'm ready
Mix me with the dust gravel screams
of our great hanging cities
in the gardens of tar
and slick black rivers
of diesel
I see my heart
tossed and frosted
in the great winters
of a brimming Jericho