City Life Poem by Andrew Nawroski

Buildings to cloud skywards high
Over fence and walls seeing eye
Naked window shopping.

Children cool spring days
Dance spinal parent hoedown
Giggling through mountain tops
Inside vagrant smiles across roofs
Pockets full of statues wanting coin.

Retail superstar telepathic god of money
Filling spaces with fresh
Stray dog on mission new
Lifts a leg against crystal shop window
Leaves blood stained crucifixes
Whilst Friends collide and grin
And chat through milk ridden eyes
Walk away on abstract feet.

Pigeon’s swollen claw
Hungry alone desperate blinking
Scrimmages amongst trails of dust
As women waiting for busses
Like sheep auctioned at church
Tug at their clothes for invisible
Making the smell of men
Who wait at home like shepherds
With thought’s of chalk chanting siren wife’s
Cooking long loafs of steel twisted bread.

A bird gripping tight
Moss green bark of misshapen branch
Whistles warning high
As aging tectonic plates of day and night
Grind slowly towards an end.