I cooked up a bit of a revision to a previous poem/shortstory that I wrote in stream of consciousness a while ago. The content hasn't changed much, but I like the way this reads more. thanks for reading!



paintings of a city in its fervor
The great pretenders,
(I among them)
Feign moving with it...

Swirling steps pounded in the very same spot
(we've)
stood our entire lives, frozen in haste.

Crowds bustle,
ceaselessly.
Rush hour is every hour, and it's always been so

greenlit streets, stampeding fleets

The chorus of a
broken city
teeming with anything other-
Mimicking life,
Pavement...