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)

It becomes interesting only when you are interested or have a vested interest in whatever thing becomes interesting.

are you a
disinterested party goer?
I know a
few of them.

Start Sunday and why not?
Sunday,
a day to take a pop at religion
or if you like
a day to make friends with a God.

even odd people believe in something.

I believe in magic
tricks of the light
hobgoblins
and
monsters that shape
the night.

'More pain',
he said,
with a grimace
pulling a face while
the mirror looked on.

The bear trap
snaps shut,
exit
stage left
and what is left?
skin and bone,
call
you'll get the engaged tone
or the answering machine
or
muzac that's crap,

'please hold'. your call is
important to us'

heard it all before,
and we all know
Intel is at the core
of it.

your identity is being stolen
secreted away to be used
against you
and who is to blame?

Conspiracies?

the gnomes of Zurich
the witches of Eastwick
the friars of Cripplegate
Watergate?
all at the garden gate
making a path to your
door.