Broken City

I wish I could show you
The broken brick, cracked concrete city--
The city as it really is;
Unpolished, unglistening:
the piss slums, the s**t streets

Many times I've crawled through them
On the brink of insanity:

Stumbling along downtown corridors
Made crooked by some mind-altering sacrament;
the subterranean world in unseen sight.

It's dwellers:
wild-eyed visionaries,
toothless crack fiends,
the hungry for food and truth.

Let me sing of them now;
true Americans, forgotten by society--
whatever that is--

Clingers to something more
Than merely getting by.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

The broken brick, cracked concrete city --
The city as it really is -- I love these lines, and this sort of "manifesto".

I see this as a metaphor for life...sure, we see the city, in all of its underworld grandeur, but there is something so much deeper here. The ability to really "show" someone something as it really is, beyond the masks and the smiles, the kind words and shiny implications...now that is truly letting down ones gaurd and desiring to be free. Love this for the imagery and for the significance. Well done.

[Brett Michael Wagner]

Wow thank you.. I agree with everything you said.