City Lites Poem by Fallen Too Far
City Lites
intense color
surrounded by blinding noise
sinks slowly into the murky faces
tracing those who would leave
suburban intertwines with sublime
as watermarks and
authenticity
slowly fade into the
screeching tires and screaming engines
individuality meets ingenuity
all traces of normal dismissed
madness pirhouettes with insanity
all captured in a sickly sweet mile
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5/15/2024 9:29:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
love it! can almost hear the screeching and screaming of the tires and engines: P