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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Walker Avatar
September 19, 2012 at 10:27 AM
Beautifully descriptive! Auckland? Are you from New Zealand?
Dietrich Avatar
July 31, 2012 at 8:29 PM
Gosh, I don't know of this city, but I sure can envision many things from reading your vivid descriptions, Harry. That is your forte, your wonderful descriptive language. How are you lately? I see you a little bit here and there at Soup. Hope you are able to be here longer and longer! Luv, Andrea
Kendrick Avatar
July 22, 2012 at 1:53 PM
Interesting lines penned..Creative work..Sara
Wesley Avatar
July 20, 2012 at 10:09 PM
Are you uninspired these days Harry, miss you butcame to have anotheer look at this great one. Hope you are doing fine and happy! Luv, Lizzie
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
July 19, 2012 at 9:03 AM
Wow I can see it al and l have not left the sofa, well done, missed you, are you back? xx
Andresen Avatar
July 17, 2012 at 4:26 PM
Here I have a hot day in Turkey to day.30-40 C - Boom - Bang - Bong <> Congrats on your win Harry - Very well done!!! - oxox love Anne-Lise
Grisetti Avatar
July 16, 2012 at 7:40 PM
Miss readinjg your poems - hope to see you back soon.
Onclaud Avatar
July 14, 2012 at 2:33 PM
what a bang, harry!.. congrats on your win!..:) huggs!
Brown Avatar
June 18, 2012 at 12:02 PM
Congratulations on your placement in Debbie's contest Harry. Love, Carol
Guzzi Avatar
June 17, 2012 at 2:31 PM
A verbal BLAST of heat, a firecracker write, too many good phrases to list! wonderous! Congrad's on your win, Light & Love
Wesley Avatar
June 11, 2012 at 12:17 PM
I never think of Australia as crowded and dirty but with wide open spaces and endless vistas. Should I thank you for bringing me back to reality Harry, it seems such a waste to change my view! Love your descriptions though, so vivid!
Andresen Avatar
June 7, 2012 at 12:32 AM
Well done Harry! - Have a lovely day in sunshine! - oxox Anne-Lise
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