Sirens

"Scarlett letters and red wedding, like a phantom refrain. Wireless revolution, chemical solutions pervade the brain. White noise and static streak the stations we play. Smoke signals the skylines, like the sinners and the saints.

The city streets are empty, but the sirens call my name.

Pay the debtors, said the better, to the corner street w***e. Mindless devolution, mass confusion, the echoes in drains. Ghosts in the attics, black mold in the paint. Smoke signals the skylines, as the dream goes up in flames.

The city streets are empty in this techno-cratic daze, but that siren called my name. Now the rot has filled my veins, stuck in that static haze. Forever scream my name.

Dialectics. Apoplectic.