this city is a drunken mother

this city is a drunken mother
shouting at you
with blaring horns 
and broken glass
eyes full of murder
and indifference
while you suck cock
under the C-yard
fondled by anxious queens
with wrinkled currency

this city is an absent father
masturbating in mirrored rooms
and penthouse suites
nostrils full of cokeand resentment
their naked disappointment
in all that you dream
and the promise of youth

this city is an abandoned child
veins full of junk
like asphalt in potholes
wandering from
bed to bed
where lovers wait
in soiled sheets
as callous as
their mothers and fathers

© gibson grand