The red light clicks on,
And the grey-coated figures
Shuffle to the door.
The green light clicks on,
And out they go,
One-Two-Three-Four,
In a flash out the door.
Then the driver calls out,
"Next stop, Jackson!"
And the next wave assembles.
I. Consumption
The City
swallows us all.
And after a time,
Digests what we were,
Until,
Eventually,
All else ceases to be,
Except as a memory
That is no longer our own.
II. Assimilation
The City
strips us down,
Then dresses us anew,
In clothing of its liking.
And we don't get a choice.
Since to dissent
Is to reject.
And to reject
is to be rejected.
III. Isolation
The City
can isolate a soul,
Like no prison walls.
For when it is finished,
You are totally alone,
Without even yourself
For company.
IV. Invisibility
The City
sees right through us,
Not even stopping,
To look at what it sees through.
Because The City
Doesn't Care.
A girl whose name I can't remember,
As I'm sure she remembers me
My surprise when she let me,
and her surprise when I did.
Forever ago, but brighter than last night.
Where am I?
Good question. But who has the answer?
What is her name?
Do I even want to know?
A mumbled lie
about places to go
and people to be
As I flee into the harsh light of morning.
What was her name?
I guess I'll never know.
Things done in a drunken haze.
Dawn sharp on my bloody eyes.
151 and coke still on my tongue.
Shiver as I walk, but not from the
Cold clear morning.
As I try to piece together
A girl whose name I can't remember,
As I'm sure she remembers me.
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