Cityscape

the art of scraping & flying high, clear in the panes of expansive mirrored greyness begin, in a ready made city of wonder to explore with unknown skies, grey & sparkling with rain & black beetles rush across the distances of straight lines along splashes of yellow taxi backs over the lanes and lanes of traffic, the honk beep movement carries the faint taint of exhaust in the back of your throat, seeping in, amid walk signs & those reflective windows, where, up above, in the foggy clouds, where the rain falls, hish hish looking down upon this beauty, near to where the moon dwells, where nothing is as it seems, & as the appearance of the city from these great heights belies its true soul, which can be seen, walking, on the city drip drip streets, a display of where truth lies, in arms as wide as the Atlantic & as deep as the Hudson who hides your secrets the soul of the city is in the streets, in the people seen everywhere all through everything, a storm of winter coats & umbrellas & and thundering click stomp tap pat click bum stomp feet on concrete sidewalks in a beating in time rhythm of each heartthump after heartthump after heartthump in a deep unending hymn of forward & backward & towards the past & future smothering every one in pelting city slickness from everywhere & everything seeping into sewers & overturned garbage cans & far away on the sure wings of steady weaving wind high above & chasing around the ankles of everyone you meet & caught between city air city turf city smell city people all along the edges of buildings & inside their walls with the wires & pipes & plumbing inside corners & under thin loose floorboards the sleety glossy city mist of patterns, of sky on puddles & the soaring stretch of their unseen peaks echoed in driver’s side mirrors & sidewalk cracked on the edges & window washers & hospitals & neon lights bars & stop signs & store fronts & pickpockets theatres & cellos on the corner & people living in alleyways doorsteps & voices & walks home & hotels & apartments & fire escapes they come together all as one as all to become the bits & puzzle pieces that reveal where the soul of cities truly lie not high above, but in the streets & in the lives