Thursday, March 22, 2012

In the City




In the City

In the city, he tries to come clean
get lost in all the noise,
the cacophony like a Greek chorus
gone mad.

The shoosh of the subway
slides into the station,
her whispers remain against his ear
her voice like the whip of a flag
waving over a foreign territory.
Her body lying still, covers her thoughts
like a soft sand.

He finds his way up the stairs,
the buildings stare down at him
like sentinels guarding some secret
of a lost age.

How huge and small he feels
as he finds his way among the dead
faces, he's never felt more awake
or more
singular.

A clogged artery

the dog that barks at night
the sidewalk has failed.
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3 comments:

  1. Interesting photos , and beautiful poem!

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  2. Awesome photos! Beautiful poem too.

    FMTSO

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  3. I love the city view at dusk, not quite dark, but with the lights of the city. beautiful
    - hugs

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