city

from up high this booming
metropolis can fit into the
palm
on foot at ground level
the buildings and patrons
tower far above me
ready to squash and crunch the soul

stomach churns violently
nerves of that unknown
palms trees no more
exotic
than the buildings

blood red glow creates
an aura
of deception and inclination
towards sin

no need to blockade
no desire to touch