Communication

Above the pitfires of Hell, we speak

We speak to be heard and nothing else

They all speak with sin

I listen and speak back with violence

I see all the whores and prostitutes

Scurry through the rain

Hide in the dark

Little cockroaches fleeing from the light

Rolling in the waste leftover from

Pimps and night clubs.

Politicians and lawyers have the same language

Speak with the same sickening lilt and tenor

Spewing out their fabricated "truths"

Like volcanoes belching ash and sulfur

Into the eyes of those

Who close their eyes anyway

Blinding the blinded.

Children speak innocence until their parents,

Whoring and lying,

Teach them to whore and lie

Cheat on their spouses

Drink till they choke

Fuck till their body splits and spills out

Their inner devil into the masses,

The mattresses, and the empty gin bottles.

I read their language

I am an expert in order to detach myself

From their filth

I alone am clean, I have never been touched

I speak with violence, my body like fire

To burn away the scum, their stains,

And cleanse the off-white bone

Peeking through the exposed wound that is

New York City

The slums, the ghettoes, and their filth

The towering, gleaming facade of skyscrapers

The streets, the alleys I walk

Everything is a lie

Everyone communicates this lie

Dancing together in sinful embrace

Rolling together like maggots in the decaying city

I stand among them

Watching from a sea of flesh and immorality

With piercing, vengeful eyes

And claws when I'm ready to use them.