Young man city

Puberty is falling off him
All the weight of the world lumping on
carelessness wraps confusion
He is a city absorbed with himself

Wonderfully containing mansions and slums

thick shadow wander and detached from his body
he ambles toward his motorcycle shadowless
grimace streetlight and apathetic tarmac
anger paints the road and fear litters as pigeon feces

the head heavy with distorted drama
these focused sky scraping dramas
taken like daily medication
to replace the metropolitan pain

young mix this cement with sea sand
for the gaps in their knowledge
serving unstable building foundations
Hurricanes and earthquakes to humble you

Exasperated the young man stands awnings hesitate
The mouth of the city opens, midnight gapes, it speaks 
the volume overpowers his irritated ears
the tone is the boom of commotion

He speeds away on motorbike
But the city moves into itself
there is no tru thoroughfare
No exit off ramps infact

He must meditate in it's imperfect architecture
In the infrastructure of his underfunded sense of self