A Hot Time In Auckland City

“METROPOLIS BLUES” The elemental wind curls in from the north east, sublime salon creations in disarray, in grimy profusion inventiveness subsides. The town clock strikes out, within ear shot, a bench seat plays host to a cast of thousands. Soon! succulent rotting form to be replaced by concrete. “A dental job needed for those poor little mites?” Corrugated iron picturesque in shades of autumn, rattling in regimental disorder, a haunting requisition for regeneration. Rogue waves spill over the quay, reducing feathered messengers to squatters alms. Honking horn for the many that miss “Cross now.” Hot profanity escapes in sheer frustration, diamond studded ladies, gents in pin stripe suits reduced to gutter sniping, intellectual street wise gnomes aroused by verbal definition. Skywards, elevated glass menageries, a product of inner city germination casts out buoyant clouds, plays yo-yo with minute window cleaners, perched precarious in prefabricated isolation. One does get lost in Duty Free! Polyglots strutting between glass cabinets, exemplification of exaggerated personification! No English! Here, yet many tongues in resonant sounds, reverberating throughout the confused clamour. Idiot in pearly white “BMW” Snookered in “Victoria Street” came in “Off the black” Seven points away, no consolation for the hot “Mini Cooper” all concerned carried away under flashing lights. “Cardless head banger” In aggressive mood, his four numbered digits he had forgot, so the machine decided to take the lot! Shades of the fifties roll on by, silver wheels impeccable against an opaque sky. “Boom boom ‘John Lee Hooker’” drifts into contention a competitive participant within the metropolis; as aren’t we all!! © Harry J Horsman 2012