The Insomniac City
The bare sign read “Rockefeller Place”.
She stared in wide-eyed wonder.
The insomniac city is clever,
crushing people together,
a maniacal pastry blender
whose blades you cannot escape.
The percussion of the pounding streets
echoed in the alleyways
with twists, turns and reverberations.
It seemed as if a noise maze
had sprung up to up heave this city
from the foundation it had,
to the destruction it will become.
She was new to this place,
(but already she figured it out.)
Her tired shoes knew the routes
although they were wrinkled, bruised and sad.
Her tongue pressed against her teeth
determined not to admit defeat,
for in time she has learned that
the insomniac city is clever,
crushing people together,
a maniacal pastry blender,
whose blades you cannot escape.
Thoughts From an Uncomfortable College Mattress 