Poem: The City

 

The City

 

the city.

sweltering currents of vogues and idols

which cut flows of commotion in anxious lives.

all those scents of the lonely

commingled with stress and sweat:

 busy handsome pretty twittery flock-herds 

of thickening, panicky flesh.

 

supple and reactive, 

adroit yet restricted,

cheeks and brows compliant, 

interlaced as locks.

surgical noses, lubricious lips.

and the rivers of offered jugulars

which the vendors always checked for throbs.

the city.

so much fascination, revulsion,

hearts-on-fire lust.

it was a sorcery that savored unreal ingredients,

gulped down the rest.

every smooth profile a tired jigsaw hack job

in a gargantuan puzzle. 

 

the city.

nicked by truth, dented by love,

fugitive from inevitable destiny.

the lucky were as schooled as minnows,

flashing false smiles to scatter,

only to aggregate once more,

doomed, yet again, to pretend

to outfox their unruly scars.

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