New York Supplication

You've unbuttoned your material collar, sweet New York    
And I am drawn through calk and concrete.    
I have stepped through your crevices    
and here, warmed by neon glow,    
I raise my glass.    
     
An invocation, then!    
A solitary toast!    
Make me Whitman on the ferry,    
Hard for the multivariate experience,    
The taffeta patchwork,    
He and I, manifesting freedom    
Meditating until we vanish,    
Until, with this golden sip,      
I am dissolved.    
   
A sacrifice, perhaps!    
To you, I sacrifice my tongue, my teeth    
To lick your filthy holes,    
I sacrifice my hands to toil    
At your confounding brassiere,    
At your unresponsive nub,    
As you swell fat with progeny    
Of a thousand other hapless fathers    
Sharing your epic bed,    
Sinking by the throbbing cock into obscurity    
     
Another please!    
New York, you goddess, you bitch    
Digest me in your acids,    
With the hot curbside trash leaking down your cracks,    
Lurking beneath the fingernails of your swollen, hungry men.      
Disgust me, make me swivel on my heels    
As the Times Square soccer mom stares,    
Or let the broker’s wife step over my body in her soft skirt,    
Forgetting my detritus, forgetting my existence, forgetting    
     
And who do I have to fuck to get another beer?    
A supplication, New York!    
This is me on bent legs,    
Pressing down into dust.    
This is me with upturned palms,    
Covered in your roaches.    
This is me in your subway    
As it jostles my aching balls.    
This is me in your 12th floor window looking down    
This is me weeping for impossible release    
New York    
New York    
New York    
Can I come inside?