Pain
City and pain
Ugly cities and pain
Nature gone, stones cut, electronic addiction and pain

Attention is taken
With every step down my neon street
Spent on a 1000 signs, traffic lights, cars and strangers
No energy remains to focus in this city's harsh beat

My mind is stolen
The adman's plaything
This life isn't mine then, 
It has become advertising

Thus I am witness to an internal mayhem
A clamour of focus group tested fashion concepts
Steady drip of self doubt administered in this sinister adult playpen
Shamefuness of unique self am I persuaded to accept

A House of Horrors
The city
A drain on my attention without pause
A construct in which I can perform nothing naturally

 In which for its gaping concrete canyons
I see nothing natural
Just a clutch of stressed companions
Who have yet to see through it all