Either the city disappeared, or I did.

Walking in the crowd 

in traffic pattern

on the right-side portion 

of decrepit sidewalk.

Bounding relentlessly,

bouncing elbows.

Through clouds 

of cigarette smoke.

Past blackberry calls.

Deflecting the beggars

and overgrown egos

all in one single stride.

I feel alone 

in the populated mass.

Either the city disappeared,

or I did.

Either way,

I'm not going back.

Back to the small-town

and endless first name basis.

Back to the picket fences

and rows of quaint houses.

Give me shattering skylines

composed of glass and steel

all in monotone by day,

a blinking rainbow by night.

I disappeared

in a crowd of thousands.

I'm dodging glances. 

Just try and pick me out.