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.
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Wonderful Brian! I could feel the beat of the city and of your words pulsing through my body.
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
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
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?
Kind of a urban mo-jo here. Nice pacing and imagery. Good work.
i like everyone is an artist even if just with their bodies. good morning brian.
you are a great writer! Hope you have a fine weekend. You are such a faithful commentor.. Thanks, Brian. Be good! :)
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
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 ~
Nice play on nuance and the textures you have built are gritty and real. Fabulous!! Nice work Brian
Hugs
SueAnn
How odd that my mind was filled with American city scenes just before reading this.
It always amazes me, what you can do with the same words everyone else uses!
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.
Ok, this is now my new favorite of yours and I'm not sure I'm ever going to demote this one. Fantastic.
Pretty amazing Brian .. definitely!
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. ;-)
Amazing Brian, every word made me want more. you are an amazing writer. have a great weekend too. smiles.
I could actually imagine the complete scene while reading it..!!
Its beautiful Brian... You write very beautifully :)
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" :)
Love it!!As usual...GREAT WORK!!I did miss reading your works.Guess I'm back on the track,again!!
Wonderful personification...bringing the city alive.
this leaves one breathless...reminding me of chi town....perfect write my friend
So lovely and lyrical!
Great! Took me right back to being in a city and all the emotions involved. Beautiful!
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...
Wonderful imagery. You can tell you are really hearing and feeling the beat of it all.
I love feeling the soul of a city...
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 :)
Oh, so sensual, feeling the beating heart of the city in your hand. And then to make words from it. Marvelous! Thank you.
Ah, the pulse of the city.
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..
You capture the pulse of the city...the soul of the city...beautiful, Brian .
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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!
I saw this post title and though "Oh, goody, a love poem!" For once I was right. :-)
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.
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
i got wide-eyed when you censored yourself right there -- d--
Beautiful. A love poem with eyes wide open.
Reading this, I felt like I could hear and see everything playing out (you do that so well). Sexy write as well, love.
Oh, get the man an a/c unit! that was a hot one my friend. could feel the sweat drippin off ya'll ;)
wow
that
was
amazing
...
Well, I know that I won't read this poem aloud! LOL
You painted a cityscape here. Nice one, Brian.
Got to lve a city with love like that. Maybe I need to move south. Excellent again!
Brian, your use of words always amazes me!
Wonderful!
Thank you and enjoy your weekend!
Margie :)
I love this piece Brian.. :-)
Someone is Special
I love the idea of gypsies. Something so romantic about them or that word...the color of a gypsy wagon...wonderful image.
I hear the hum of a swap cooler.
great picture of urban environment warts and all. loved the lines
' every one's an artist
even if only with their bodies'
I love how you love your city, in all the ways you counted lol
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.
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!
You depict the city as a lover very intimately and sensuously.
I love the personification of the city, Brian. They are like living, breathing entities all their own.
Very well written. Romance with your city. Coincidentally, my latest post is on my city,Mumbai.
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.
This manages to be gritty, graceful, and a little bit gangstah at the same time.
Loved it, Brian.
=)
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...
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.
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
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
really cool how you did this Brian... :)
'...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!
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!
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
Excellent description of a city and your love/hate relationship with her, Brian.
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.
departure for you, and a nice one, too. a new voice. we are nothing if not myna birds sometimes.
Wow, Brian, you have connected with your city in a most erotic way. A very palpable personification!
David
This is a beauty! I love the way you feel the throbbing pulse of your city!
Well now. My, my, my. It's stuff like this that reminds me how much I love the city...any city.
Sounds like the archetypal city! I think this is a wonderful poem; loved both the sustained metaphor and the edgy construction.
every one's an artist even if only with their bodies. lots of passion, gritty, urban. liked it a lot.
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.
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.
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!
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
Dirty, gritty and wonderful!
are you always in a rush in a city? this felt quite rushed
Wow - this is urban and lyrical. Loving this fresh take on the theme, Brian.
Here from Poetry Jam Shah. x
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Hello Brian! will you be posting the Poetry Jam theme soon? we're getting nervous...!
Amazing. Great imagery, great rhythm, great everything.
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
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