All City,

burn burn burn

through a glitz of ether and lithium.

Trust me dear city,

the rain was meant

to taste of stale gasoline.

Within the sleeping giant

a million blue flames flicker,

burn burn burn


by a pale shock

of oil and octane.

All City,

your night bears no end

for the cold neon streets.

Flooded by wind

You drink in the lights,


and say a prayer.

Because nothing is as dear to you as

this All City.

Its rigged.

Its hacked.

I laugh,

knowing if I willed it,

this city would

burn burn burn.

But how would I pass my time

if I ceased

to revel in the power

of this wired life?