The city gurgles, throbs.
The city’s gurgling, throbbing heart
belches forth acidic hot
steaming shit.
A messy medley of noise, people
and earth-metal. Vomit.
*
The building
sunken in the granite ground
struggling to surge free.
Up on grey, lanky pillars.
*
In the seething crack
between the buildings hull
and the earth’s body
is the alley.
*
Overcast pipes cling stubbornly
to the stoney cement sick skin
of the building.
Embracing it, chaining it to earth.
Eating towards its fleshy
dusty innards.
*
Here’s where the worst of the city huddle.
Accumulates and is the unwanted.
People, things caught in time – this time.
They are filthy
and the city lives around them
on them.
They scratch cement from the city’s waste
and devour it.
*
Here where the building
breathes out hot, acrid air
through a gauzed throat.
An airy emptiness-hum.
On and on it empties its lungs
on and on…
*
The breath awakens a newspaper’s corpse
printed with old news.
Yesterdays.
It gets up,
rustled,
from the overcast cement
and runs across the alley
dying again at the other end.
Metal musicians plead
Here I am.
Leather smeared on their bodies
black as depression.
Suppression of the city’s people.
Only the city grows.
Lives in monstrous deformity
we and it wallow in its vomit.
It feeds
devouring
sucking out
the being
lifeblood
of its creators.