City of Sirens

These piss smelling bathrooms
These broken floor tiles
That show the dirt and scum underneath
The feeling of wanting to touch as little as possible
These dingy, dirty factories
Where men are slaves
Stains on the tanks
Dead in the eyes

Morning light creeping in cold and lonely
Everything lit from the side cast a shadow
Makes you wonder just what you've done
To deserve something as s****y as this

Red stains on the floor
Chemical bleach and push floor cleaners
Plastic hoses strew across the floor
These are places that resemble hell
But they pay well

Men die from contamination
Lungs filled with tumors
Skin flaked and raw
You know it's illegal to own the paper
That money is made out of

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- stark, raw, powerful, hard-hitting and detailed poetry... the closing is quite brilliant... -- i've been to new york... i spent most of time in the soho area... it didn't seem like this... but i get that one can experience the harshness of life and ache for beauty and cleanliness...

[Jay Bailey]

upstate new york, not nyc. anywhere else in new york is like this.

[. serah .]

-- ah, i see... -- i live in india... had gone for a brief visit...

[Jay Bailey]

i hope to see india someday.

[. serah .]

-- it may be an unpleasant experience but it is insightful... i would definitely recommend a trip to india...