Sketch of City Life entered in the second round of Poetry Slam competition. |
CITY DAY & NIGHT The world pulses through the downtown streets, Yellow blood cells slam dance through pot-holed corridors of style, driven by International visages. Buildings climb to scrape the sky selfishly keeping the sun from the gray faces of city-dwelling commuters Feel the rumble through your feet of screeching tunnel worms, Taste the dusty hot air belched up through metal grates, Past the homeless who recycle heat from grate to cardboard-clad bones. Stones have a story in my city, The lights kick a rat-tat-tat counterpoint at night making the bounce from street to street a party. On blue hot nights you hear bodega front music climbing tenement walls to mingle with the sweat soaking your T-Shirt, You long for the illusory cool of sleep, knowing tomorrow will be just as hot. Maybe the Fire Dept. won’t sense the fire hydrant is open, Maybe pick-proof locks on caps will succumb to begging and pleading, Maybe we’ll hop the train to Rockaway Beach, yeah, Come home itching from the sand and salt crusting clothes and skin, Feel that slight tickle along your senses, like a bug, crawling along the hairs of your arm? Was that a breeze? |