this city white

as the moon rears
its glowing head for the
first time in months
hours before the sun
will see the light of
day we drag our feet
through streets of coal
breathing the toxic
air as we run full speed
chasing the exhaust of
this bus in front of us on

these streets so gold

grease covered gloves of
white hold hands fixing
rust and old metal fused
to plastic pass by our acid
leaking batteries we neutralize
with the coke we drank
for lunch the same coke
which failed to neutralize
the chicken fat covered
patty of cow meet we

devoured this place