Dead City

Calculations of grief take stock in the supermarket pavement midnight streets first impression to the concrete placement black recycled oil stains painting with wires tired and lazy contained by the curves a labyrinth never ceasing to amaze me lights like traffic dividing and conquering political geometry Swamping gutters that clutter to find thicker narrow cholesterol flow her chambers revolving inconsistent choking the pollution control grinding and teething on the construction houses like shallow holes where the ghost engage in masquerades of timeless music searching for a soul I once was a member of the census proudly standing above the cellars below now I cringe hidden in the chimneys industrial disaster of the acid bath Our hearts no longer echo off the gravity now rusted by the aftermath tomorrow I know how sad ill look back at the present auctioned to the past I could of done better had I convinced my heart sooner than last But like lovers who waited too long in the snow I over endulged arrogantly masked Defeated and broken by the machines of the cold driven under by the murderous frost In a dead city buried alive haunting progress unforgiven like always and completely lost