All that remains
is the semblance of a human culture
that used predication and harsh lines
to guide the gray sedans
driverless
parked along the highway
blanketed in this dust
obvious orange glows indicate it is always dusk here
but I have a pizza riding safely in the backseat
I have to go to my sister’s apartment
the bank teller
with a one bedroom apartment
cat
grocery list
and a square sedan of the future
sleek grays and other deceptions
have rendered this entire City worthless
cars are there to remind me
muzac is all we have here
so silence truly is golden.
Never burst through a door in this City exclaiming you have a pizza. Rather place it gently down
on the plastic wooden dinette set that is never used while
a T.V. is on and buzzers are buzzing
audiences are oohing, and static light emanates
from this one bedroom hell hole designed to interpret
gray as a new City Ordinance.
My sister has officially declared herself mayor of Grey Symmetry City.

(This is my definite clue to bounce)