by Nick Gisburne
Inside her skull, a city in the split,
Regurgitated nightmares fill the cracks
Of sidewalks paved with misery and shit,
While paupers grovel, blisters on their backs.
Lascivious automatons fellate
Their metal masters, throbbing in the fog.
Electric storms extinguish hope with hate,
Propelling crude contagions, quick to clog.
The skies ignite. A thousand spiteful screams
Remind the bleeding bodies they will die.
A pulse delivers pornographic dreams,
To which the sweetest souls alone reply.
The sorcery of science breeds despair,
Her splintered skull betrayed, beyond repair.
