Tuesday, March 29, 2022

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,


hives,


shoals


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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