Stay Up

They glare, the lanterns of the city, the rooftops lit with minds
that cannot sleep, with eyes

that will not close, and mine are along, the plung
of neuroticism; rest rises up and sudden there’s the tug. We’re
hot, a blade in need of pounding, the urge
to spin, lofty dreams, haggard visions, twisting
our teeth like screws. But the builders build. The makers make.

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Towers

The towers, though goliath and glinting
all look the same, with four sides, four thousand windows,
four hundred workers all at their desks, clattering, and stretching

London

Sirens. Busses. Polluted air

Millions of strangers, none of whom care.

 

Hard-faced ladies. Unloving boys

Dirt. Construction. Non-stop noise.

The Beasts of Belltown

This fire is cold, cold as the north wind blows
over the Belltown towers, blinking in their dead lights.

Beasts of Pacific silver, crowns of wire and iron bone,
cool jaded life, dispensing profane alleluias, alleluias, allelu,
forsook from the holies, allelu-lu-luia.

Such Is The City

I cave backward at the knees,
Drown in the city.

Things that do not breathe take precedent over dreams.
Cannon fodder persuades, short dresses unravel into rape.

Humor bends the metal beams and pads the concrete,
But I sink inward at the cavity,
Fall in the city,
Fall and pull my eyelids low.

Soulful City

The pastel blue’s, artistry, mural, empties into green die upon grey concrete, flowing, dripping downward’s.

Sun-caped Cities – form writing

The city has a soul.

Lights across the city

Bright lights across the city
and me fifteen floors high
I have a perfect vista
‘Neath a dark and starless sky

Forty Below

 
painting by Richard Rensberry
 
Without warmth,
the sun is piercing bright.
My eyes burn, water and blur
blind and shut. They seek
the darkness and comfort
of earth beneath snow
as white and deep as January.

A City Park

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Noise and motion
Without end,
Watched over by
Sentinels planted in
Metered intervals,
Token offering
To what was displaced