The bridge is a magic eye painting
striations cut the landscape
squeeze your eyes and be transported
steel rains in, between buildings
tilt your head into another dimension.
All metal, all sky
they slice eachother down the street
wet pavement shines
a cold reflection
cut with light
the rainbow is an oil slick
graffiti on the railing.
A group of teens disembark
living in the city of Greyscale.