Fine Art + Creative Writing

City Walks (Winter)

Added on by Maxwell Redder.

City Walks (Winter)

 

I.

 

Hypnotic eyes watch passing strangers

whistle tunes of new pop

culture, lugging thirty packs

like a mother a lulling baby – careful not to drop

or shake it for fear it might explode.

 

Hypnotic sunset splendor igniting clouds

gorgeously with chemical pinks and elegant

golds, carefully staining the sky

like a molding picture – anxiously fermenting

as if an abandoned berry skin.

 

Hypnotic white-noise highway

traffic perfumed in constant train-horn warning

blares, cascading low spectrum waves

down packed or abandoned streets – mingling

like molten fire ash weaving.

 

Hypnotic wires swaying rhythmically

in wind camouflaged against God-

cells, insistently propelling life

through subversion – old flesh

freshens and materials crumble.

 

II.

 

Frantic wind breaking in brick

alleyways as flapping plastic bags

swish, wisps drone like churning

saw blades – high pitched squeals

slicing through bits of air.

 

Frantic moon beams frosting grass

through gold and silver crusted cloud

gaps, carelessly blotting surfaces

like a spotlight – resourceful when searching

for those lost in darkness.

 

Frantic breath fog dissipating

like a violin vibrato against a vaulted

dome, hauntingly dying into silence’s

churning belly – void exposing congealed

ignorance of mass.

 

Frantic carnival merriment conjoined

with remembrance of lives once

embraced, holidays yearn for sporadic

wartime emotion – surmounting

misoneism flanks those whom are bitter.

 

III.

 

Endear city walks past girls

jump-roping over shattered glass bottle

remnants, froth patinas glistening

stained pinks and silver – scarves

collecting joyful yells.

 

Endear umbrageous buildings standing

monument to crooked worker fingers

callused, relics lingering for abuse

like sequoia trees – ‘under the knife’

undermines and accelerates.

 

Endear curses fragrant teachers

slipping cautious wisdom like sloths to

Buddhists, concrete slowness transforming

material to void – vicious purging

of insidious to tranquil.

 

Endear infant rats eagerly sifting

trash with tiny, callused, and embracing

claws, grasp remaining parcels and feast

beneath lamp light – shadow blankets

contrasting iridescent.