The sound of urban sprawl, the music

of a soul’s vocally verbose interruption.

Caged thoughts, poetic justice, frequencies

of apathy laced between headphones,

a reverberating, ocular clarity.

Invasive odors spoil the mood, as pavement

digests this single protein of synthesized

might. Provoked to quit, but it’s the

intensity of the fight tantalizing, and

intriguing this winged warrior of

thought. To soar, no glide, no slide,

no, to enter his incoherent sound with

those of the other thousands striking

paved aspirations with each nonchalant

gate.

A boy on a bike,

A cops whining siren,

the noise of societal music,

a muffled shuffling, caged

for clarity the tinker thinks.

They hustle to their next destination.

Asking for no names,

and forgetting without hesitation.

A contagious infection;

due process, or natural selection?

A side of life soiled by repetition,

a constant selfish sense of volition.

Cancerous tentacles engulfing

every dendrite, synapses, memory,

idea, and thought; engaged in a

battle for recognition. A collective

competitive selective process, the

individual lost.  Where arbitrary

idealisms shape reality with another

drive by fatality. A place where calls

for leaders echo from alley ways, and

side street short cuts, are answered

with the pounding stampede of feet

trying to finish their own race.

Landscapes stained by the blood

of our advancement. Large sores

puss forth, every sign points to a purging

of us, but we continue to swear the

canvas unfurls further.

Our social institutions are accented with

the angst of our young. Taught to keep

the motion monotonous, take no time

to examine the subjects, while the lesson

forgets them. Modern man’s call for

mercy, but it’s advancement; of product,

proper conduct, that keeps the conduit

subservient. Just another burnt out fuse,

standing along with millions of others, the

working  control center of a self defeatist

organism I call urban sprawl.