Concrete Viruses

To the urbanites

The few leaves

Only shade

The concrete

And the breeze,

Carries rotten garbage

Madness slithers

Over my itching skin

Nihilism and viruses

Looking for a way in

For an orifice to infect

Wasting time, neglect

Time, oh this

Precious time

Trickling between

My careful fingers

Dazzled by these

Illusionary

Possibilities
Painted so uniformly