Consumerism Blues

I cannot this beat this city
it’s promises of hope;
but a promise is a lie
until it resolves.
it needs me to breathe
for it’s heart to beat.

I need it’s inequality,
it’s rape and it’s racism.
I cannot beat this city,
I need it to breathe.
It’s carapace of concrete
and steel
the grind of my bones
it’s glow in the dark.

I cannot beat this city.
it’s lights shine brighter
than any star,
it’s billboards warmer
than any sun.
it needs me to breathe;
I need it to choke.

six figure stitches

it's cold out baby

in the wind tonight

as you stumble numb

under neon lights.

with your palms out-stretched

and your baby crying

"you won't get none here"

get busy dying.

the man in the business suit,

he won't speak;

he's got six figure stitches

sealing his lips.

the homeless girl

won't just dissapear

because the business man

has six figure stitches

across eyelids.