Against the high rise
in the shadows of the underbelly
in the alleyways, of this once great city
living the high life
in this downtrodden gutter stream paradise
On the dark nights
in the lights of shop signs
and windows dressed in luminescent shine
like satin silk sheets of moonlight
caressing the curves of the city until sunrise
In the cold air
a snapshot of a city in motion
against a painting of perfection
the bustle and commotion
like the roar of waves crashing
on an excited ocean
Down escalators
electric light caverns
recycled smoky air
tastes rancid
am I supposed to be entranced?
by the way the shadows dance
and advertising hoardings blare
As the sun rises
on the strengthened glass
and the steel towers
the glisten of light showers
on pathways and pavements,
against bricked up, board covered windows, alone
storefronts, broken fragments of old bottles thrown
in this city street, where hurt is rife
living the high life
in this downtrodden gutter stream paradise
Thanks For Reading,
Peace & love.
Kyle.
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