City Poem by Bryony Sheldon
City
Slow nights
Fast food
Breath grease
Bad mood
Xenon lights
Blinding dreams
Broken men
Angry screams
Fancy lady
Fresh perfumed skin
Does not care for
The mess you're in
A fancy party
A constant laughter
A tell-tale sign of
A fresh disaster
Streetlights blind eyes
Lost man blind drunk
Car park quick-fix
Tired shadows slump
Moon yawning
Stopped traffic
Morning's near
Don't panic
Short change
No cash
Poor men
Spend fast
Everybody has a story to tell. Cars are crashing every night- and that's fine because this is the city where you either experience much worse on a daily basis or are subject to ephemeral happiness. Each morning the sun rises upon the sick horizon and we feel glad that the new day will just play out like the day before. We are complacent and miserable.
Streetlights blind eyes Lost man blind drunk Car park quick-fix Tired shadows slump Moon yawning... thank u for your very powerful observation dear Poet. thank u. We are complacent and miserable.. very nice poet's note. thank u. tony
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4/25/2024 1:23:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
City life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.