Peck Street

Sirens swelling
They suck the tips of glass dicks and exhale lies
In psuedo dark flames flicker like  fireflies
Wishing the holes in the blanket hung over the frosted windows were holes in my head
Hand and knee reflections in the carpet of children and fiends crawling through neglect and the copper strands of a cruel temptresses hair
 Woven and embedded in the static
The man in the leather jacket reeks like sexual assault and murder
Skin crawls where his four eyes fall
Stomach acids melt ice in the toilet bowl
Breath hangs in the air like cobwebs in the ceilings corners
Here comes another sunrise
Even uglier then the last