The City

Sonic assault

and

Verbal abuse

When you stare into the city

It stares back at you

With eyes that glitter with burning lights 

Pushing the limits of their battery life

And the seamless way the metropolis beast

Belches Iranian and American leftovers through black asphalt teeth

So easy to be seen

So easy to disappear

So easy to see the disparity between

Couples intertwined by ambiguously powerful finger tapestries 

Zigzagging lifelines like bloodline tributaries 

Content with the presence of another

So easy to see the difference

Between them and the shadowed homeless living off of the music of sidewalks

devolving from the point

Of needing another human being 

To needing to fulfill a base need

Cause it's hard to love someone else when your hungry

The city that never sleeps is really the city that sleeps with one eye open

One ear to the ground to hear the conspiracy of rumbling subway factions

Intestinal train tracks pumping forth the contents of the urban lifestyle

The businessmen, the chefs, the students, the teachers, the whores, the pimps

The ironic hipster in his native subterranean habitat bitching about how inorganic 

Subway is

And in the distance the equalizers

The fallen towers

That remind us that shock and grief are the same no matter what language they're spoken in

Sonic abuse

Verbal assault

Abuse assault abuse assault 

Of names

Hitting you like a memorial wall 

The detached observation