City Folk

City folk fill their calendars with half-
drunk martinis, emotions spilt over
slippery cobblestones on the way to
the next bar, the next thrill, the next big chill
of this hot hot generation: bigger,
better, louder, they scream silence out of
their lungs; these newborns gasping for air in
smoke-colored rooms, saloons of deafening
booms to the beat of a million souls
being stirred and crushed - on the rocks, if you
please - to understand who they are after
hiding behind the 5 o'clock shadows,
amarettos?, mascara facades: they
yearn for e-connection, free election
of something more than this faux-filled life - so
they fill their calendars with empty shots,
and then they are done. And they say, we're just

city folk.