Black Penn

Buildings buildings far and wide

some made of brick others scrape the sky circular windows with thick square blinds stain glassed mosaics

where air conditions lie

like secrets

remind me of

the eyes of people

waiting to be filled

Looking out into everything

longing for something real

to reflect such ill

out

depressed droopy lids

cutting their glances

In the city you are always seen by someone there is no place for disappearance

ghostly men on green lights

granting deliverance

I'm admiring the differences

but repetitions form

steel lines and dots

bustling cars move

horns in morse code

write out the box

the block is padded

with busses and white marble

smooth stone eyes wait in frozen marvel

to be seen

to be heard

from far and wide

the city refuses to cry

this mad world

we carry on

despite

the emptiness we know inside

from everything

we choose to deny