The city breathes its hot breath
In and out of choked lungs
With life blood pushing through
Clogged arteries, falling into dust
Yet wonder and vibrant life
Move through its buildings and streets
Along the wind, coarse with broken leaves
Drip atop scarce raindrops, almost muddy with dust
The heart of the city beats
Among its denizens, those half broken souls
Pass beside the towers of debt
Populating its skyline
All my dreams rise on thermals
Unhindered in the waning sun
Seeking a fresh perch for the night.
Its beauty keeps them aloft
Silver beams streak like towers of pure light
Reflected and filtered by the moon.
They lay down tracks to usher in
Milky Way and her sister Andromeda,
Their diamond gowns shimmering as life itself.
Simple lives do not exist
Except in imagined states
Uncluttered by emotion or
Cooked inside the pressures
Of human desire, detached
From feeling, yet scarred
By its result.
Always, another stands by
Waiting to exaggerate
The faults of our simple
Humanity, like Cassius
And Brutus arguing friendship.
But friendship cannot exist
Inside the constraints of power.
Never again (but I cannot
Say never) would we succumb
Under the weight of unmet
Expectation should we see the
Depths to which complexity
Humanity overwhelms perfection
And simple lives do not exist.
One misstep and the foundation crumbles
Hurtles particles across the open space
People, too, spiral among debris
Settle bruised and battered upon
Tightly woven webs stuck in place
Caught in the throes of life gone astray
Results of testing temptation’s vapor lock
Decisions approach like meteors broken apart
Avoid one, block another, try to hitch a ride
Once it strikes, it’s too late to take stock
When the last chariot to heaven left
The light ahead dazzled us.
From all our childhood dreams bereft
Earth faded, a broken truss.
Left with dim and broken valleys,
Soft breaches and blind alleys.
There is no one here to pass the time.
No riddle to solve, no rhyme.
The clock is stuck at half past the hour.
No light, no sound, no power.
Even the clouds cover the day.
No children go out to play.