caught in the tentacles of the megalopolis

the sky is overcast
zombies in limbo, shuffle along
doing a dance of entitlement

smoke wafts through the air,
flashing lights, the hum of electricity
fueled by a pot and beer buzz

sounds blowing loud, heavy and light
creating a cacophony and symphony
ominous and foreboding

a darkness, a blackness, an abyss
it whispers a woeful lament
shedding bitter tears

that burn and tarnish the world
that once was only a dream
and nobody is curious

everyone just looks the other way
with the nonchalance
of playing hopscotch

outside the cathedral
I look up toward the spire
Money is the new Messiah

a false godhead composed
of the unholy trinity
Gold, Oil & Diamonds

black and blue words
spoken by bruised egos
measured by caliber and millimeter

delivered with willful ignorance
and detached distain
cultivated and spawned

on the agar of hype
a glaring incandescence
cool to the touch

the carcass of the serpent
cast out of the garden
life goes on in the gritty city

they say there is beauty in darkness