Visiting Hell

It’s always been that way

hanging out on the hard 

streets.

Staying away from those

nasty boys lurking in

hallways

Or lying on a sweat bed

as radios drown moaning

fans  

Everyone can taste hell’s

liquid nightmare poured 

hourly

Or sample barbecued

brains & swollen hearts

rancid 

Mountains up in flames

as rivers flood over burnt

land

People fighting shouting

others fall in clumps                                                                

waiting

These nobodies crammed 

into boiling noise burning

lights

So many flowers fading

soft petals falling apart

crushed.