Least Read Poems About the City
#city
Come and See
I’m the dimly lit alley,
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
#anger
#city
#violence
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Hawthorne
Racing rapidfire across the way
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
#city
#summer
#drugs
#confessional
#travel
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Legs
Whistle screams to sound the beginning
of these legs around this roaring place.
Dirt will fly, up to the sky while
the horses shout peeling about.
Dragging the curves from end to end
exhaling dark elements from tail pipes end.
Smacking pavement, clashing metal,
rolling all over this circular shelter.
Winds blow by, swirling between sprinters
shining light under this darkened drive.
Nearing the closing colorful papers wave
the striders past the line of eyes posing.
Screeching halt, legs are doll, ...
of these legs around this roaring place.
Dirt will fly, up to the sky while
the horses shout peeling about.
Dragging the curves from end to end
exhaling dark elements from tail pipes end.
Smacking pavement, clashing metal,
rolling all over this circular shelter.
Winds blow by, swirling between sprinters
shining light under this darkened drive.
Nearing the closing colorful papers wave
the striders past the line of eyes posing.
Screeching halt, legs are doll, ...
#cars
#city
#emotions #sports
#emotions #sports
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The Road Home
The leather took me in like forever,
forever as a driver in quiet weather.
Flowing left and right,
cutting corners, while outrunning the others.
Turning the wheel with great hast,
shifting gears to keep up the pace.
Long road ahead, treading like a thorough bread.
Dodging traffic, getting graphic, something hectic,
road games straight to the core.
Burning streaks, at clutch speeds, tires peeling against
the road.
Speeding, seeking, four horses feeding, no signs of yielding.
Pistons reeling, squealing, kicking up a...
forever as a driver in quiet weather.
Flowing left and right,
cutting corners, while outrunning the others.
Turning the wheel with great hast,
shifting gears to keep up the pace.
Long road ahead, treading like a thorough bread.
Dodging traffic, getting graphic, something hectic,
road games straight to the core.
Burning streaks, at clutch speeds, tires peeling against
the road.
Speeding, seeking, four horses feeding, no signs of yielding.
Pistons reeling, squealing, kicking up a...
#city
#SelfDiscovery
#travel
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more’s the city
I go out this particular
morning it all seems so
different, unrecognisable streets
leading to places I didn’t know
how I came by here last night or
where it is I might go
morning it all seems so
different, unrecognisable streets
leading to places I didn’t know
how I came by here last night or
where it is I might go
#city
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Cracked Concrete
Overpass loaded past its weight
Skybridges tumbling to the ground
Rusty rails bearing no freight
Empty warehouse making no sound
Walking through pockmarked roads
Signs covered in peeling paint
Dreary colors by ghostly abodes
Reeking of atrophic taint
Dead bulbs under setting sun
Where is the streetlight?
Muzzle flash of pride and guns
Blood staining the starless night
Another lost to this urban decay
Young eyes see through chain link mesh ...
Skybridges tumbling to the ground
Rusty rails bearing no freight
Empty warehouse making no sound
Walking through pockmarked roads
Signs covered in peeling paint
Dreary colors by ghostly abodes
Reeking of atrophic taint
Dead bulbs under setting sun
Where is the streetlight?
Muzzle flash of pride and guns
Blood staining the starless night
Another lost to this urban decay
Young eyes see through chain link mesh ...
#city
#corruption
#dark
#poverty
#rhyming
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‘thinking of you ..’
liked adrian henri, if only because
his name
ended in an i, rather than a (wh) y,
I don’t know
his name
ended in an i, rather than a (wh) y,
I don’t know
#city
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Body music
There's something
in the streets
that give you free
lessons unfound
in public schools
and rustic old
textbooks,
where neon lights
baptise your face
in different colours
as night skies
weave it's own
attitude from
pinned up
stars.
There's something
in the streets
where you meet
those rare few angels
wearing filthy wings
and dark halos round
their sunken eyelids
entering small pubs,
adandoned buildings
that...
in the streets
that give you free
lessons unfound
in public schools
and rustic old
textbooks,
where neon lights
baptise your face
in different colours
as night skies
weave it's own
attitude from
pinned up
stars.
There's something
in the streets
where you meet
those rare few angels
wearing filthy wings
and dark halos round
their sunken eyelids
entering small pubs,
adandoned buildings
that...
#city
#dance
#dark
#gothic
#music
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rotten way to go
walking home, he heard
someone behind him; scared to
look back, he staggered
beneath the blow, felt
angered by the fear that had
always defined him
someone behind him; scared to
look back, he staggered
beneath the blow, felt
angered by the fear that had
always defined him
#city
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