Lucy in the City

The glowing yellow moon at the center of the sky
Was a dim flickering bare bulb, corpse like grey
On the stained wallpaper. In his mind a journey lies
On reams of little tablets on unimagined waves
Of synaptic tsunamis. A mix of circuit boards
wired in AI, a paranoid biological-android boy
Toying with his gears and slamming simple chords
Walking fast on pointless tasks, jingling the coins
Truffles and other treasures of the candy store.
Miraculously walking on the church reflecting pool
Falling victim to a swarm of déjà-vu school children
We picked apart their way-ish manners being cruel
Boisterously laughing and exhibiting shrill grins.
Feasting on park benches, the simmering illusion
Was a smell like a sleigh ride, a horses steaming lunch.