Saturday, August 15, 2015



City Lives.


They shout into space,

answer each other like whales

across great haunted distances;

they never meet,

only sound waves ever meet.


Alone in their canyons,



they roar.

Rooms upon rooms

upon houses upon houses

upon streets upon streets:

roars spilling out,

spilling over,

spilling down.


A million sound waves,

a million discordancies

tumbling, surging, 

pouring out

onto the streets,

into the traffic,

wheels, cogs, pistons:


the cannibal jazz

of cities.


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