MARCH OF THE MONSTERS: "CITY LIGHTS"
In my ear is hissing tape.
Perched above the city scape,
Cassette wheels spinning, music gone,
But I keep the player on.
Day dissolved (like sugar, faint-
Ly melts in watercolour paint).
Spilling red that dripped below
That line where colours gather/go.
Through window glass I spy disguise:
Glitt'ring lights (a million eyes).
'Cross inky seas of concrete parks
And dying trees, a million sparks
Are watching, yellow, aimed at me.
My curtains back, I let them see.
The city breathes in noxious fume,
And endeavours to exhume
Its mighty body from the earth.
Let all people know its worth!
Yes. Now, by night, a time for sleep,
IT comes awake, but knows to keep
Its body still, at least for now.
But there are things it can't allow.
When it decides the time is right,
It will stand, and it will fight
And tear at wires that hold it down,
And rip at pipes from underground.
A decorated head of stone,
Miles wide, and mass unknown.
The city stands! and towers shake,
And structures that took years to make
Are raised above the solid rock
To pierce the clouds, like birds in flock.
Veins (the subway), skin (the roads),
Spine, and heart, and fleshy nodes.
Living city: every hour
It picks a victim to devour.
Regardless who the city eats,
They'll never leave these winding streets.
Politicians, junkies, creeps...
The city plays (and plays for keeps).
Its stomach full, its mind at rest,
The city nuzzles Gaia's breast.
It stretches out on sturdy ground
And not one tenant heard a sound.
But looking out on certain nights,
I see eyes, not city lights.