Ode to the Motor CityOde to the Motor City by in-difference
I take to the line, my feet on the steady
The creature beside snarls he's ready.
A spark makes a shock and the feet start to fly
I shoot across the city with a lion by my side.
Pass lights pass lakes pass years of decay
The shoeless kids chasing our dust as they play.
We sidestep the world downshifting for speed
The lion beside me can tell what we need.
Rubber feet rolling beneath my metal cage
We tear through the streets like fire on a page.
Gripping the wheel I'm along for the ride
Pistons pump oil through the heart of this pride.
Only broken bottles bounce my headlight back
Rising ashes of industry turn the sky black
But above it all is the sound of the poor
Only my motor can drown out it's roar.
Though my rolling feet may take me away
In the motor city my heart will stay.
LossLoss by in-difference
The muddled gray cylinder blurred as it trailed into the light in the distance. He walked towards the brighter parts, counting the dark rectangles that passed on his right three four five He turned into the 6th. The lumpy shapes paired to familiar voices were oddly strange. He knew the persons the sounds belonged to, but he didn't even know what that meant anymore. He could feel his mouth, lips and tongue, making the shapes, performing the actions, but there was no understanding of what the sounds were anymore. Motion becomes meaning, as a thin part of a lump moves up and then back and forth. He reciprocates. He robotically moves to what he knows is a chair, though he does not recognize it as such anymore. He sits, zooming in on the orange blur sitting on what he believes is a table. Holding the orange blur, he focuses, and refines. It is a folder. He opens.
For the first time, he can not read it. He can not make it out anymore. He moves it closer, zooms in more, but