Cities and their Politics

There are broken cities
Lying around in the house of man and woman
Who had drunk-fucked each other at night
And in the morning, fought over it—
Over who holds more power
In the house, on the other's mind
Judging each other for their moves
Dissatisfied, laying bare their ugliness
And temperament that now holds no bounds,
Soon enough convert the whole house
Into some crashing sounds, broken pieces
A dump yard, this place is.
One by one each leave the house
And one at a time they come back with a different lover
Drunk-fucking them
And throwing these visitors out after few hours
Of still-no-satisfactory experience.
The cities, like objects are hung around their house
As mantles, flowered vases, doorknobs, suitcases et al
And day by day the occupants—
After losing their hearts over each other in some
Once-upon-a-time kinda passionate love
And later their minds in each other's overbearing company—
Have unleashed each other off the commitment,
Unhooked their desires and insecurities
Dumped off the broken bits of leftover trust
Yet lived together still, like some karma that keeps hanging over your shoulder
From one lifetime to another.
But they aren't bothered
And when they do get bothered
They start losing a part of their body, the organs, the structure
And the whole plot of their body gets deframed
Into some unrecognizable absurdity
Of these fragmented relationship
In whose house, these broken cities reside.