She Says I Like the Sun and She Likes the Night

by John Rocco

The rats are in the park tonight eating
the statues
and the streets and the buildings and the lights
are alive in New York
eating too, eating cars and birds
and electricity, the Mother Load
surging through her veins
Medusa City
turning all our dicks to stone.

I’m dying to get my hero’s rocks off
forever and however
she, Bronx Siren, won’t see me
claiming she needs to do laundry,
see her parents, paint the house.
It seems to be a poor excuse to
not hit the concrete sheets
to make us complete
in the stars of tonight born today.