in the city of ants and walls

in the city of ants
that sometimes crawl behind shoulders
and walls
which are getting eaten by graffiti
there is a coven
of anteaters and
soul-creepers
they
taste time
dry up the current
in electrical grids
drink blood
with their bazoos
and multiply with bytes
sending spam emails
hanging servers
and washing news in chats

this vanity
resembles chaos
draws a coincidence
conceals the signs of any sense
and casts mimicry

an ever-glass-and-concrete
skyscrapers’ forest is growing
poking the sky sole with penthouses
tickling the nerves of suicidal public
and attracts the collectors of other people's time
together with the fans of otherworldly virgins
who loves to cut short own life
and grab
as much as possible
others
in the name of something higher
than the darkness of their views
and considerations

like drops of water
a here-and-there sun
merges lights at intersections
burns shades
on the bumper-to-bumper outskirts
of stripped by autumn
gardens
and parks
it creates islands
for narrowed eyes
pulled up arms
and cooing
waiting
for the most delightful alms

the city comes to life
and dies
daily
nightly
in business
in unsuccessful attempts to relax
in the hunts for memes
and topics for memoirs
to grasp a piece of bread
and not to lose a spot under roof

they are
like that
the ants
until the walls guard warmness
there will be the point of return
to transform own juices
and share spurns with others

and what do you feel
about yourself
absorbing the synergy of noisy
urbanica
and crowds
in the city of ants
and walls

January 14, 2019