(Sub)urban blues

October 2, 2010

Urban man:
vital signs
like
the
city skyline.

Making my way home
under the moon, I stop and
touch the still-warm bricks.

Echoes of a
suburban dream
bounce off a forest
of
foreclosure signs.

Making my way home
under the moon, I stop and
touch the still-warm bricks.

Slumbering, humming
dawn’s fingers press ON button:
city ready to start.

A regiment
of gleaming skyscrapers
defy gravity’s pull
and
brush the sky.

Insults hurled
across lovingly tended hedges.
Fear and loathing
in leafy
suburbia.

Pedals pumping, wheels spinning
rushing headfirst thru
lavender-sweet air –
the noise of my abandon
reaches a crescendo.

Concrete jungle
inexorably
rolls out its
asphalt carpet:
sprawl.

On the window ledge
hardpacked snow sparkles below
a star-speckled black.

Leaden sky, metal cold
November morn
vapour trails issue skyward
from manhole covers and
tall lattes.

Office workers stride
along pavements oblivious
to sun-diffused clouds
reflected in smart shiny
silica.

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One Response to “(Sub)urban blues”

  1. I have lived your poem, and it sang to me of truth.

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