CITYSTRUCK by Dan Rodil

Complex contagious and metal towers

streets and cables the city bowels

broken cars under falling bridges

deadzones and wastelands at the fringes.

Houses not homes at every corner

as the daddy kills his child

the plumbing assasinates the plumber.

Trees that yell to be killed from their missery

even the sky here thunders bitterly.

Choppers over squares kill the insane and the poor

while someone watches it on the telly feeling dull.

Uncanny cats and dying dogs will one day kill the noble

and even then dandys wont learn to be humble.

Cafes and bars at a decaying state

dust and rubble their common fate.

Gods attack us tenderly

anymore would destroy definetly

And between all this Century's rubble

with the sky in my mind, a rumble,

I see and feel compulsive behaviours,

those of a stalker and a madman,

and being mindstruck by a sandman,

I do follow and stalk without perversion,

the perversion comes when hours past,

I do look at my simple actions horrorstruck

And come to a cafe and then fast

write it all out and then at last

feel this metal land backing away

a peaceful night crawls inside my head,

then I can to my soul do say

"Oh Gods, that girl is nice"

without feeling zombified

nor citystruck

my worldly love then amplified.