City, City, Body City, renew
my dry rustic soul, you rhythm maker,
where I roam, muttering your avenue’s
songs, night birds singing ‘til morning’s breakthrough.
Warbling, drumming, a cadence pacemaker
City, City, Body City, renews.
This quench of your warm wind is overdue;
set ‘em up barkeep, be my sin taker,
where I’m home, muddling your avenues.
With empty hands you mix a homemade brew
of brandied cherries in sky-scraped shaker
City, City, Body City, renewing.
Waves of lightning, finger this scabbed tattoo,
thunder of the streets, a cresting breaker,
where I’m home in puddling avenues
of fading ink, once called my mere undo;
O-Town’s arms are mine, I’ll not forsake her.
City, City, Body, City anew
—there I’m flown to your strange avenues.
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Join me tonight where I am hosting Poetics at dVerse Poet’s Pub. We are applying a bit of ‘Urban Renewal’ to our writing by focusing on the theme of Cities, both large and small.