the skyline of the borderland

i am walking the empty streets of the frozen city...stepping over acres and acres of corpses strewn among the garbage and rotting valentine's flowers...they are waiting for the spring thaw so they can again become a part of the earth...decompose and melt away like last night's snowfall...i have been haunting the dive bars listening to everyone...the loud mouths, spewing nonsense into the air, hoping that someone or something will hear them over the sirens and car horns...hoping their voices will rise above the cavernous skyscrapers and make their way onwards to the great big-shot in the sky...they are looking for a listening ear among the uncaring, searching for someone who won't talk back but hear their prayers and do something, anything for them...the selfish skies are filled with snow, the lonely lots are filled with last year's junk...people and more people, sapping the energy, and filling my eyes with regret...