The New Math

I stood there balking at New Babylon’s gate, collected my thoughts passed thru I’ve got a date, take a deep breath of oxygen and exhaust, it’s hard to believe that one day this will all be lost, man back to matter city’s bones back to dust, when all this acid rain makes the heavens rust, I guess it’s beautiful it might as well be, shining a light directly in your eyes expecting you to see.
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, fifteen minutes of fame and a sub atomic half ironic bliss.
Got these long questions with these short little answers, media mongoloids and comic book cancers, the infrastructures exoskeleton has gone soft, while architects and politicians respectively sky scraped and scoffed, that guy was a stock broker now he’s an end times preacher, if gods a mathematician the devil must be a math teacher, I need to empty the trash in my head, I cant tell memory from meaning what I shit from what I said.
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, a bankers daughter’s dimes and a stem cell research implant soul church kiss.
Walking and wondering where do I fit this equation, when does an overtaxed dream become a tax evasion, when your a child the whole world seems a working wonder, till your old enough to see it for it’s plight of plunder, and shapeless shadows of language landscapes draw the city, not even the rain born gutters drain any pity, your born either dumb enough to see the light or smart enough to be confused, but that just dictates the style with which you are abused.
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, the first thousand digits of pi and a death squad floor sale ground war pell mell piss.
The wrecks that survive main streets ballistic code, watch the buildings breed and the dead end streets erode, when the empty engines of the revolution have been embalmed in rust, these fossilized circuits will double the bandwidth of their lust, meaningless number sets will chart meanings empire, and the dead will be reborn upon this live wire, now I’ve got to find my date somewhere underneath the night, nubile and neon the city’s gradient critique of light.
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this.