The City


My prison is a chain link fence
Beneath the neon lights
The sky bleeds blood orange
And dogs bark at metallic monsters

Crossing over the dirty bridge
Watching a dead bum float in the river
Next to a fornicating couple
Drowning in vodka and cocaine

Find release in the dingy clubs
Where drug dealers sell math books
And schools deal in fentanyl
For princes and prima donnas

Escape all of that to die by gunshot
By gang warfare or school shooters
The city's a haven for the callous and craven
And that's all before the sun rises
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Mills  Avatar
April 26, 2018 at 1:15 PM
Desensitization. A callused perspective. It has almost become the norm captured in your poem.
Goss Avatar
April 26, 2018 at 4:58 PM
Thank you!
Lawless Avatar
April 22, 2018 at 1:04 PM
Some nice wordplay and mind twisting metaphor here Christopher. Sadly too much of what you so eloquently write is so common it barely turns heads.
Goss Avatar
April 22, 2018 at 1:08 PM
Yes, it's a real shame. Thank you for reading!
Gauthier Avatar
April 22, 2018 at 12:08 PM
Congrats on this very well written bold poem, Christopher.
Goss Avatar
April 22, 2018 at 12:30 PM
Thank you!
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