Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

The City

There are too many of us.
Unyieldingly sane, unthinkingly sane, all too sane,
too few know this.
There may be enough,
there'll never be enough for you,
but we'll persist unfailing
because I need some of it too.
The City. Madness pretends to wait until dusk.
The lie is lazily believed.
A mad night followed a mad day,
and both were almost the same,
but a fancy was believed
because sanity, mean as a viper, felt safer in the light.
The hordes persist 
and I want some of it too.

14th July 2018

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Richard Lamoureux July 18, 2018 at 9:10 AM Makes me think of New York. Lawrence Sharp August 11, 2018 at 2:56 AM I've not been there, but I can well imagine it must be beyond crazy.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 16, 2018 at 1:39 PM Very cool poem. xomo Lawrence Sharp July 16, 2018 at 2:20 PM Thank you fair scribe...;-)

Lyric Man July 14, 2018 at 9:49 PM The city is a powerful magnet to all peoples.. including criminals! Lawrence Sharp July 15, 2018 at 1:22 AM I may have been one of them.