The City Poem by Jared Gullage

Clickety-clack
Go the trains
Go the dice
Go the rains
Go the mice
Go the pains.
Everything's rollin'
Growin'
People fly like flies
Without legs
Birds without eggs
Home somewhere ahead
But no homes in the city
Houses but no homes,
Mice sneaking in after hours,
Leave the lights off
I'll scurry through.
Pardon you
I was just passing through
Got someplace to get to
Edge me off the map awhile
Take me off the grid
Let me breathe on the z-axis
Let me jump from the y.
Let some other day be my
Day to fry
Hooked in at all my ports
To the electric blood of night,
No pillow drowns the siren wail
Of the city baby, the baby city
Blue-red lights
That can't get enough milk
From the single mom.
It bleeds
Not blood but ice
Crunching in the steps of strangers
Marble statues walking by each other,
Cells in the same body not talking
No one wonders.
The devil commutes,
Takes the interstate over the bridge
Into the city
Grumbles on his way
About the traffic
Never looks out his window pane
Doesn't make eye contact
Doesn't want trouble today.