The City is a Living Thing

The City is a Living Thing

It’s true
This city spits and speeds
Fervently forgets and heeds
To nothing – save physics
And we, some bright-orbed masses
Of amassed masks that
Build and bury, but really
Carve and flail
Tread every inch
And stake claim to this and that
While neglecting pulse –
That beatbeat [pause] beatbeat
Found sleeping on cracked sidewalks
And oozing out subway doors,
Yelling profanities on corners and
Making drunk love in dark rooms.
This city breathes and sighs
As different yous burn and fade,
Laugh and cry, love and hate,
Carve and flail.

Collective conscious is private unconscious
And we forget the we that we are –
All leather layers of one slowly thickened skin
Chaffing, shedding
But living.