Grey steel monoliths
That celebrate the Might

Silver girdered mountains of glass
That don’t reflect the light;

Sturdy frightening edifices
Pointing upwards to a blameless sky.

I’m burying my mind in a garden
That has no flowers or grass

Where the trees are withering in vehicle gas
Where humans are trapped into alas.

Is the escape route through insanity’s morass
Is a sleeping dragon guarding each entrance.

A quick walk to greyness avenues
Promises agonising sickly views

Of deprived homeless living side by side
As you jump the bus for a free ride.

That which slinks passed the sores of the city,
Can we run back to the air of the country?

Cut your veins, smiling, seal your fate
Throw your head down hard upon a plate.

Let the night fry you along with the steak.
As you polish your oaken wooden casks.

Houses stripe legged empty cases of bone
Stained shirts mucky minds jism on the stone.

Hiding until the evening gets you on the phone
Riding the whore band wagon telling the lies.

Revealing nothing apart from bare backsides
Drifting in the flotsam city with knees aching

Living hard, cheating death forsaking
Forever for always is the overtaking.

The forever present silence of aeons
With the science of idiots' space of neon.