Ghetto Lullaby

I entered

the ghetto of your eyes,

loving the languid

green-black,

retina's rushing grime,

pulling me beneath

you, heavy lidded,

honeyed dirt on tongues

between our bones

drifting pleasure slow as smoke

down alleyways of skin

shattered windows looked like stars

in my hair,

you said,

the floor is filthy.

we were bare. 

My doorway damp,

mouth's crumbling hunger,

hands stolen silk

tore spasms loving 

kissed split fists your broken

mind-trash, lust's litter

pissing dreams down walls

my tender neck's salty throb,

a violent kink

veins in dark clouds,

but still, you said

you loved me.

The burning cans collected

crowded fumes for warmth

beyond the skeletal remains-

rusting dead cars,

old paint fades, clean

stripped carcass curb squats.

I heard eerie caterwauling,

eyes of serum electrified stalking

flooding back your bloody shudder;

a man found with

a scorched reflection.

Trapping asphalt footprints

feet run nowhere's hot slap-

gone-a strange girl without a gun,

left for guttered

rooms tied off

by ecstasy's twitching finger.

I should have known

I'd end a spider

spinning thread for my lost lover,

upside down in disaster's

web of liquored nicotine,

among dark cutting laughter,

watching sneer's deal go bad,

thug bangs blowing simple motives

bullets singing between ribs,

but all I hear

is the killer's lullaby

you never sang for me.