City streets.

Consumption of noises that build high
Like children and their towers made of
Small wooden logs piled and crowned
With a damsel awaiting a savior man.
My limbs extend like tree branches
Searching somewhere for sunlight to
Intertwine its fingers with my hand.
The mind goes mad while waiting.

Regurgitation climbs through pipes
Spilling out rhythmically upon the
Cement slabs leading in four directions,
Decisions are hard when the liquor flows
The way a waterfall cascades downward.
All is good when understanding is impaired,
Dancing comes much easier as well.
My heads reach for heaven.

Lights flash like paparazzi controlling
The movement of machinery just by
Winking in their direction although
Sometimes movement continues.
It's terrifying when massive colors
Come full force towards your being,
My soul separated for a few moments
Then returned more miserable than before. 

Reviews

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This reminds me of someone just arriving in a big city, and not exactly enjoying what they've found or why they are there. I like the flow, the word choice and movement of thoughts, all the ideas are displayed so well. The story you give us mixed with the poetry is absolutely amazing.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a great piece. I liked the flow and the story of it. I don't wanna live in the city now lol. That just ruined it. Just kidding. But this piece was lovely. Thanks for sharing.