abandon all hope ye

another friday night
day's end befalls a city dressed to move
the tired eyes circling wide
the narrow sidewalks filled with footprints
vague memories of uptown, down, east west
faces turn, the longing gaze
the gaze of want, of need trapped
desire rumbles deeper than love
boys lost in the men they inhabit
the prison greater than the prize
in the snow white slush of their ejaculations
lives the loneliest of hearts
desperately clinging on to a body that slily shifts away
the purring of the hearts that needs to be loved
lost in the up and down tumble of the night
streets lit by the fear and need to connect
the disconnected sounds of the heartbeating
spray their essence to the wantom lovers
the hands that toil, the wasting body
drifting apart the spirit wades
drowining in the hope of liberation

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