The city is more or less
a brick layered mess
of sleepy people
wandering depressed
and over stressed
in this chaotic mess
of concrete and metal chaos.

Like living in Las Vegas
it is a constant gamble
and the dealer plays us
as the fools for ambition we are.

It infects and wrecks
the spirit that I was
trying to save
for the one I
planned to love.

It cut and shaved
the parts that
long to play
till I conform
to the warm death of
a forty plus
work week.

I try to take a bite
out of this city life
but it bites back harder
pushing me towards a
self-inflicted slaughter,
a sick shift suicide
under the burning
billboard lights.

I would be better
if I left for
the forest greens
I long to explore.

But the city is a mob
that will never let me
leave peacefully,
healthy,
or alive.