Dirty

The dirt in your city
our city
is from a permanent floating
earlier time
I touch you in it, feel you in dust

Other cities
let them be clean
Sell that
Glimmer and immaculate slate
to make beautiful vacation memories
Snap shot, splash, suntan lines, service
Wipe clean with bleach
for the next

Our city is filthy beautiful
with fallen dreams
almost heroes
and the earth glory of industry fires and
the world's greatest romances
dust to dust.

THAT ONE NIGHT WITH YOU

WAS A SNAPSHOT OF YOUR SOUL

TAKEN THROUGH MY EYES

the Other gods

I know you're not asleep.

Neither am I.

This affair so wrong

where kisses must turn to steam

and I must lie

to myself

say it was only a dream

but the marks 

on my neck

and your swollen lips

and these hips

that rhythmically wound you

secretly thank

the other Gods;

the ones who might

celebrate with wine

that I found you.