the meat market

in the meat market he stalks---
a lean predator
without restraint
without any moral code
without any need but to
satisfy the urge inside
which is harder to do,
the easier it gets---
while she,
like the rest,
swing to & fro
neath’ the strobes & the neon,
with disco ball in check,
filled to the brim with E & Patrón,
stuffed inside
the squeezing, shimmery, slinky &
slicked down packaging---
she’s come for one reason &
she will not sugar coat the fact that
unless she has extinguished this fire burning inside her by morning,
the oxyhydrogenic essence within
will most certainly combust,
exploding & destroying her---
so solutions are downed in the hatch
which dull the reason, logic & accountability
for at least long enough to engage in the act of
tearing each other to shreds
like the animal kingdom commands
like the concrete jungle wills &
the 21st century dictates.