The City street-lamps conspire to hide,
the cold shimmer of starlight from our eyes,
the stars we walk beneath but cannot see,
thinking only of what will never be.
The City is teeming with ice-
cream peddlers, vintage shops &
pours water warm as blood upon us
& we just shrug;
& we ignore her protestation.
The City is killing us
& we allow it to happen.
I want to burn it down to the fucking ground.