Urban Lullaby

URBAN LULLABY

Congress often turns
To courtesy,
With upside down
Adrenaline bitch,
Hit like a bucket
Of nitrate,
Takes me down
That road again,
Tracing those patterns
In lines of coke,
Snorting the scent
Of loves abattoir,
A lost explorer,

Goes this way,
Bleeding his guts,
Along the path,
Self inflicting,
Invisible wounds.
There's a magic in
Analgesic knuckles
That's gentler
Than a tender caress.