Black coats pass me,
people move in the opposite direction
as I am going upstream
through this river of indifference
that smells of dog and travel, nicotine.
My limbs are gone, now only my eyes find a path
under tall buildings that are falling over
in the puddles showing blue sky.
There is no sky. This city
has taken from me what I knew to be real.
An old man stands still in the middle of a sunbeam
and plays a violin, some coins are shining
on the red velvet of the violin case.
His music is eaten by police sirens.
His smile is fading into a skeleton’s grin and I run.
My feet fly above the grey pavement,
all the faces the same zombie
and noise increases. Then
a traffic light. Red. I feel the air
come from passing cars.
A child smiles at me from a backseat.
Inhaling fumes I move again.
The city swallows me but will spit me out
as soon as I can find
my way back to the station.
Perhaps I am just not much of a city person 🙂