where i live, the nighttime belongs to men
or those who want to be
submit your soul to the grit and the violence. it's effortless.
so easy
too easy
easier than what awaits you back home
the day is cruel but the night has compassion -
the moon seduces you with the promise of glittering spoil
you just have to go out and take it like a warrior
like an ancient greek-ghetto warrior
these royal red rags demand nothing less than hubris
you own this color
or does it own you?
these men stand here
ready to give you a flowery beating
watch the Blood spill like roses
bright, bright Blood flowing from
the things they break
to break free from brokenness