This City!

This City!

This City,
enveloped in darkness,
my dreaming eyes
bathed in the blue-light of hope!
The tightrope of mundane rituals,
your jiggy little feet!
The juggernaut of decadent faith,
my defiant ways!
The razor-edge of disgruntled alliances,
your cursory conjunctions!
Their cursive expectations,
the comic font of my objections!
The m cross n cross whatever matrix
of their concatenated rules,
Our expectant little world
of hopes and joys and fears,
wrapped together in a tight embrace!
Their wizardry,
Our naevity!
Their sticks and stones,
their expletives,
Our sweet whispers!
Their arms, their bullets, their gun-shots,
Our Songs!
Our carefree songs, sung to misty mornings,
hung out to dry on iridescent afternoons,
gathered in a haste on drizzly evenings,
pulled over our heads on cold nights, unabated!
This City and Our Songs!

Today