All the infrastructure
gleaming girders
bordered in gilt
and shiny shiny chrome
The way the city breathes
moves in time to the inhale exhale
of us
The buzz
always
a whining counter point
to the high low pitch of life
and death
played out on neat suburban
lawns fresh mown
or back alley stained cement
where everything smells of wet
and sad and sexed out
We are intricate tonight
in the blue hook flesh neon shine
caught rabbit startle in the glare
only to shimmy sidewise
into a cafe cool embrace
where coffee is the only song sung
I want the distance you promised
from the sweaty human taint
clinging greasy and smearing
my skin
I sip and slip my tongue
between sentences
Waiting on the exhale
to rejoin the mass of tingling
adrenalin thrusting brightness
We covet the night
in all its lack lustre dazzle
blink
blink in the shades of grey blue
Iris red
the
retina's expanding into the dark
And when the light strikes
no pinpoint reaction
just the absorbing of it all
in glorious blinding disaster
My widened eyes
sucking in the vortex
slamming suns
searing imprints
a comet tail
a meteoric impact
burning race memory and history
far into
the
cortex of my soul
Becoming the hollowed impression
a billion swirling dust particles
up-ploding into mushroomed release
8 comments:
very nice. I love the city theme.
Thankyou Moon, and I invented the word Up-ploding in the process *laughing*,
I thought it was perfect, even if it doesnt exist
it is perfect, lol. and it exists now.
do you think up-ploding will make its way into the everyday vernacular?
Oh, what a load of uppload
what the uppload are you doing?
My legs are upploading with exhaustion
hmmm....maybe not lol
*rolls eyes* oh dear ...
Im having an upplosion of ideas lol
Ok, I'll stop now......
else I may up-plode all over the place and that would be messy and orrible, youll notice I dropped the H in orrible, its to annoy my dear departed Father, he was always telling never to drop my H when I spoke.
you have an upper class British background???
It doesn't show at all dear ... only maybe it explains your sense of humour, lol
I lean towards Monty Python lol, but no, not Upper Class British, otherwise, I would be a Sloan, and I would have a droopy eyed expression, a mixture of inbreeding and booze *grin*
Nothing explains my sense of humour lol
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