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.
