Saturday, August 13, 2011

my City, she

 
her morning breath steals thru the window,
along my neck, arousing my d-
ay too early, she purrs already, pulse
rate up & climbing, sheets damp
with sweat from warm nights,
we are gypsies, in a 10 x10 bedroom n'
 
to really know a city you got to sleep
with her, ply skin with your finger'n
get pas' the grit'n touch  her interior
without fear, round the next corner
 
a stand sells fruit, but fondle it and
you're buying, see that white mess
pigeons left, you see shit, to me its
nature art & homeless, nuance or
nuisance, they jus' people, could been me
hungry, hundreds deep for two sides
and meat, the junkies and freaks
don't wait for night, every one's an artist
even if only with their bodies
 
sidewalk, WALK, DONT WALK, taxi
each day she rides me til evening
when the cooling metal balcony
railing chips paint neath my grip'n
her eyes open slowly, sparklin as the
sun sets, blare-in horns & in ten thousand
voices, hear her scream
in ecstasy.
 
mmm...she kisses me
and i weep, for this---
 
my city, she
an easy lover
without many takers.
 
Today for Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub, Claudia is hosting and bringing us a pretty amazing prompt. Looking for some inspiration---show up at the Pub at 3 pm EST and see what she's got brewing.

Also submitted to Poetry Jam.

91 comments:

Bonnie said...

Wonderful Brian! I could feel the beat of the city and of your words pulsing through my body.

kaykuala said...

Great Brian, the city never sleeps having gypsies and the never -do-wells.Let it be, no one bothers, no one cares ie no takers. Your take is alive.It keeps ringing in my ears

Pat Hatt said...

From the pic never knew this is where you'd go
Really wonderfully descriptive city show
Maybe with the never sleeping city tribe
They'll get a sleepless in seattle vibe
You had to see that one coming..haha
To your beats of the cities drumming

annell said...

I like this piece! I even like your city with the fruit stands and sidewalks, and pigeon poop. We just discovered a small skunk moved in under the tool shed. Lovely young lady in black, do you think she wears black because she is mourning?

Daniel said...

Kind of a urban mo-jo here. Nice pacing and imagery. Good work.

oceangirl said...

i like everyone is an artist even if just with their bodies. good morning brian.

Lord Thomas of Wellington said...

you are a great writer! Hope you have a fine weekend. You are such a faithful commentor.. Thanks, Brian. Be good! :)

Christine said...

to really know a city you got to sleep with her, to me, this line sets up the momentum for the rest of the write, I read this over several times, cool one

Heaven said...

see this is why i enjoy reading your poems and stories .. your words comes alive, its real, touches the heart, and though you play with words, its not overdone.

there is also a touch of sensuality underlying your work today. i will buy the apple in the fruit stand there, and bite it down the core.

see you later ~

SueAnn said...

Nice play on nuance and the textures you have built are gritty and real. Fabulous!! Nice work Brian
Hugs
SueAnn

Valerie said...

How odd that my mind was filled with American city scenes just before reading this.

Pauline said...

It always amazes me, what you can do with the same words everyone else uses!

Mrsupole said...

I've never thought of a city as a she or he, it has just been an it. Maybe cities can be both or neither, but your city is alive and she is complicated as most "she's" are. Makes one wonder if they should get out and explore the city more.

Great words, great city, she needs a bath though.

God bless.

Diana Lee said...

Ok, this is now my new favorite of yours and I'm not sure I'm ever going to demote this one. Fantastic.

Helen said...

Pretty amazing Brian .. definitely!

hedgewitch said...

Tantalizing...gritty, indeed---and impossible as it sounds, you've evoked a very sexy city in all her pigeon encrusted ugly and also lovely diverse glory.

I'd still rather live in a tree on top of mountain three thousand miles from one, but that's just me. ;-)

Cinner said...

Amazing Brian, every word made me want more. you are an amazing writer. have a great weekend too. smiles.

Madhulika said...

I could actually imagine the complete scene while reading it..!!
Its beautiful Brian... You write very beautifully :)

Heather said...

mmm, i love the city! i feel like i am there, while i am reading this...- enjoy your saturday - yes, still thinking about "the lost things" :)

June_Butterfly said...

Love it!!As usual...GREAT WORK!!I did miss reading your works.Guess I'm back on the track,again!!

Magpie said...

Wonderful personification...bringing the city alive.

David Allen Waters said...

this leaves one breathless...reminding me of chi town....perfect write my friend

ladyfi said...

So lovely and lyrical!

Bossy Betty said...

Great! Took me right back to being in a city and all the emotions involved. Beautiful!

Natasha said...

Hmmm...a hint perhaps, found within the heart of this city adventure...and sorry...but "Nature Art"? ;) Afraid my mind just is not as poetic as yours...Loved the adventure, was almost mistaken as canvas for this new art, and am now riding the rails to home...

Daydreamertoo said...

Wonderful imagery. You can tell you are really hearing and feeling the beat of it all.

Pseudo said...

I love feeling the soul of a city...

lori said...

Good grief, Brian. You are good. My heart was literally beating faster as I read this. Visiting here is always a treat. You take us on terrific trips, and I've loved every single one of them :)

ds said...

Oh, so sensual, feeling the beating heart of the city in your hand. And then to make words from it. Marvelous! Thank you.

Eva Gallant said...

Ah, the pulse of the city.

Claudia said...

i agree - to really know a city you got to sleep with her...the first night ..and then she melts into you, you feel her pulse, smell her perfume, hear her songs and love all the beautiful and all the ugly spots coz you know how her heart beats and that she waits to touch and to be touched again.. awesome write brian..

ayala said...

You capture the pulse of the city...the soul of the city...beautiful, Brian .

chromapoesy.com said...

every one's an artist

even if only with their bodies

is going on my wall! I'm with Joy, I now live on top of a mountain far from the city but feel your love and respect your engagement.

Myrna R. said...

What you wrote, wish I could just say "ditto". But no one can even imitate you Brian.

You really went deeply into the heart of your city - all aspects of it. I really loved it.

paul young said...

All I can Brian, is I like it. Favorite line was everyone is an artist even if it is just with their body. Good work

Fred said...

Really nice take on the City Poem. Love the style of the storytelling. The language breaks and dialogue tics are awesome, they really breathe a whole new layer of life to the piece. Great job

Arron Shilling said...

Hey Brian

As ever your Rockin it right with an honest voice which speaks direct without pretension and with an internal joy which is pervasive.

every one's an artist

even if only with their bodies

I recently wrote a paper on J.Beuys, who took ages and a lot more words to express just his point.

You teach much with your non teaching master.

Peace

Carys said...

I read so many poems where 'something' is used as a metaphor for sex but you've really turned it on its head here and used sex to portray your colourful steamy city. Love the run of thoughts in this section

see that white mess
pigeons left, you see shit, to me its
nature art & homeless, nuance or
nuisance, they jus' people, could been me
hungry, hundreds deep for two sides
and meat, the junkies and freaks

I'm there when I read this, in your city, and when a poem does that it's done its job.

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

mmm...she kisses me
and i weep, for this---
my city, she
an easy lover
without many takers.


Hi! Brian...
I really like the fast-paced beat and rhythm Of your poem "my City,she..."
...I also like the fact, that this poem is very "descriptive" and imagery abound too!
Thanks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D

Shaista said...

Wow, I couldn't possibly write something like this about the city I live in ;) Have a cup of tea with her perhaps, but no sugar.... well, a scone perhaps, if she's feeling particularly generous...

Your relationship is potent and visceral - an altogether different heart beats within you two. Lucky you!

tracy said...

I saw this post title and though "Oh, goody, a love poem!" For once I was right. :-)

Victoria said...

Personifying your city as a lover--brilliant idea, Brian. You engage the senses and, as always, your unique voice screams to be heard.
The d-
ay
device was great.

masterymistery said...

pigeon shit as nature art -- now there's a powerfully rich and deep metaphor from which thought processes can go in many different directions

masterymistery at
cosmic rapture

Tracy said...

i got wide-eyed when you censored yourself right there -- d--

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful. A love poem with eyes wide open.

Tara Miller said...

Reading this, I felt like I could hear and see everything playing out (you do that so well). Sexy write as well, love.

kkrige said...

Oh, get the man an a/c unit! that was a hot one my friend. could feel the sweat drippin off ya'll ;)

Keia said...

wow
that
was
amazing
...

Aida Bode said...

Well, I know that I won't read this poem aloud! LOL

Glynn said...

You painted a cityscape here. Nice one, Brian.

Henry Clemmons said...

Got to lve a city with love like that. Maybe I need to move south. Excellent again!

Margie said...

Brian, your use of words always amazes me!
Wonderful!
Thank you and enjoy your weekend!

Margie :)

Someone is Special said...

I love this piece Brian.. :-)

Someone is Special

Teri said...

I love the idea of gypsies. Something so romantic about them or that word...the color of a gypsy wagon...wonderful image.

Tracey said...

I hear the hum of a swap cooler.

Sally J said...

great picture of urban environment warts and all. loved the lines
' every one's an artist
even if only with their bodies'

Lorraine said...

I love how you love your city, in all the ways you counted lol

Brendan said...

Hot damn, summer in the city! The grinding passion of this burns like the infernal works that keep the owl-eyes of streetlights wide open all night, taking notice of all you write, going omigod, omigod, omigod ... fine write.

jackie dick said...

Tired old city, but painted with fresh new words. What a street walker of a city you do paint! She's tired and used, but still interesting in spots. Yeppers. That's the side of Gotham we all see, loved and not loved. but it's ours. Great piece, Brian. Cheers!

irene said...

You depict the city as a lover very intimately and sensuously.

TALON said...

I love the personification of the city, Brian. They are like living, breathing entities all their own.

nsiyer said...

Very well written. Romance with your city. Coincidentally, my latest post is on my city,Mumbai.

TechnoBabe said...

I never, ever thought of a city like this. Amazing way you have to steer us toward opening the box, not just stepping up outside the box. Thanks for another emotion and eye opener.

Sue said...

This manages to be gritty, graceful, and a little bit gangstah at the same time.

Loved it, Brian.

=)

Chris G. said...

Spicy, Brian, spicy - a reverberation of the urban, gypsies and all. "to really know a city you got to sleep with her" Marvelous line good sir, hats off to you...

ethelmaepotter! said...

First time I've ever blushed reading about a city...

Much as I loved this, it makes happy I live in PLeasant View, Tennessee. Pulse? Practically non-existent. Pigeons, homeless, junkies? Nope. WALK, DON'T WALK, taxis, horns blaring? Are you kidding? WE have one traffic light. People don't blow their horns, they wave.
Notice the lack of sensuality in that?
Yep.

kez said...

love your perspective on city life it certainly works for some people, me I just like her a weekend fling kind of mistress.Thank you x

beckykilsby said...

Brian...the excitement in your poetry is in never quite knowing where you're going but being absolutely certain it's going to be an extraordinary journey.

Amazing piece of writing....conception...execution... you lived it... felt I did too

Patricia said...

really cool how you did this Brian... :)

Ginny Brannan said...

'...to really know a city you got to sleep
with her, ply skin with your finger'n
get pas' the grit 'n touch her interior
without fear...

Could be any one of a hundred cities in a hundred countries, but you have really captured the rawness. the noise, bustle, scenes, the real behind the scenes grit of an urban dweller with a true passion for your surroundings.
Loved the tone and inflection you wrote into this. Loved the piece!

Pastor Sharon said...

By the end of this one, (in my mind) I was standing at the top of one our tallest buildings, clutching a steel rail as I leaned over the edge to watch the city wake up.

You take a story and make it come to life. I love it!

Jannie Funster said...

This made me tear up a bit. As in the salty stuff that comes out of eyes -- not the "tear up" as in ripping paper. But you figured that out!

My soul weeps for cities of diamond and rust. Where gypsies know not of these peaceful moments in my mind.

More wine, Jannie!!

:)

xo

adeeyoyo said...

Excellent description of a city and your love/hate relationship with her, Brian.

Syd said...

Nice. A good blues song called Savannah in the Rain by Griff has a line about standing at the corner of Walk and Don't Walk. Like that.

Enchanted Oak said...

departure for you, and a nice one, too. a new voice. we are nothing if not myna birds sometimes.

anointedruins said...

Wow, Brian, you have connected with your city in a most erotic way. A very palpable personification!

David

Mona said...

This is a beauty! I love the way you feel the throbbing pulse of your city!

Deidra said...

Well now. My, my, my. It's stuff like this that reminds me how much I love the city...any city.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sounds like the archetypal city! I think this is a wonderful poem; loved both the sustained metaphor and the edgy construction.

Ed Pilolla said...

every one's an artist even if only with their bodies. lots of passion, gritty, urban. liked it a lot.

Joseph Hesch said...

We get up and step out into the veins of the city each day. This piece helped us feel the pulse, quickening along the way, seeing and feeling everything as we rush by and through. Real feel for the streets he, Brian.

Beachanny said...

Some cities seem like women to me - Paris especially - others so sterile Dallas especially - seem neutered and a functioning robot - and Rome (while Claudia found a soul mate there) felt like a man, robust, helmet shining, a warrior, a ruler, a Caesar, a Pope, and not a woman in sight. I took a lot of joy from your personification here, though, Brian.

Katherine said...
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Katherine said...

Playful, sensual and dare I say, a very saucy reflection of the city. I loved it Brian ... Wow.. you've set my heart in a steccato rhythm for the day with this artistic paiting of words. Phew!

C Rose said...

Wow Brian this was silky! I love the sensual connection and sweet flow.

"every one's an artist
even if only with their bodies"

Truthful and beautiful words, one of the best expressions I have read in poetry. ~ Rose

Pat said...

Dirty, gritty and wonderful!

Goofball said...

are you always in a rush in a city? this felt quite rushed

shah wharton said...

Wow - this is urban and lyrical. Loving this fresh take on the theme, Brian.

Here from Poetry Jam Shah. x

http://wordsinsync.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-creation-blog-hop-plus-poem_19.html

NanU said...

Hello Brian! will you be posting the Poetry Jam theme soon? we're getting nervous...!

Erin O'Riordan said...

Amazing. Great imagery, great rhythm, great everything.

Shah Wharton said...

Oh thanks for linking up at my hop this weekend. ;D Fabulous! Xhttp://wordsinsync.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-creation-blog-hop-plus-poem_19.html