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CITY TALK

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In this turbulent city

the shrill alarm of the sun

awakens me

to kiss a new morning sky.

A thick brown cloud of smog

tickles me

to open my dreary eyes

and smell the rising dawn.

 

Roaring motorcars

and boisterous buses

sing a brutal song

to my distressed ears.

Grueling heavy metal

in a crescendo

of muddled thrash.

 

Soon faces in the traffic

snarl viciously at me

with all the shortcomings

of the previous

disenchanted evening.

 

Tall looming skyscrapers

stare brooding at me

dark shaded windows

laughing.

Traffic lights

are yelling at me

in enigmatic code

only gods can understand.

 

At the close of night

the roads are deathly silent

and I

have yet

to say a word.

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violin on a metro skywalk

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on the tattered street by the sidewalks of diversity

lies bare and broken the remnants of a civilization’s dream

discarded and no longer significant to the progress of the modern era.

the streets of silence howl with night, they feel the brittle fingers of the bite

………………………..of the lost entrails of the fading sun

they feel that comet on the run

like no longer dying

……………….but no longer fun.

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……………………..The bright illuminated headlights of the planets sun

………………………………………….shines above the city like a darkened plum

…………………….the skins of the city dirty come

………………….for a breadth of pleasure to fill their sum

……………….but the dreams of the mortals are not soon over run

………….for they savored bitter, sweetness of the silent one.

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…………………..broken and shattered you can hear them plea

……………….salvage the remnants or they’ll never see.

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……………………..and back on the street the wheels still roar

…………….as the fire of the sky above does burn

………………………..so the wheel of the killer still does turn

…………..as the remnant on the street feels the rubber pound

……so the motor and the earth felt the burning ground.

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………………………….bells ring         souls sing

……..and the remnant and the sky didn’t hear a sound

…………………..they were happy for the silence

……………………………………in a dream

……………………………………….they   found.

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fj llorente – Texas Max King – circa 1996

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