“City Girl”
“City Girl”
Plate glass celluloid and Astroturf as grass, in a monolithically structured, manmade city,
cold, sharp, devoid of feelings, Smokey, noisy and awful, awful, gritty.
Living in the city, always in a hurry, city girl why don’t you ever slow down,
play ground littered, with discarded car tires, with news papers, littering the entire ground.
During the day, playing games of hide, seek and tag, in deserted alleys and empty dead end streets.
Though without hesitation, city girl and lights, is the life she knew, sought and still seeks.
Operated and blown, by hot polluted city breeze, gritty, gritty city, oh what a shame, oh-what a pity.
A confusion of gotty lights, flash a relentless silent ballet, of a Morse code, on the mid-night crowded sky city.
Mac’s adult bar lights, illuminating its, girls, girls galore sign, promising, “The more you pay, the more you try.”
Early morning dew drops, on front bay windows of Sam’s Pawn Shop, releasing acid rain, like eyes of uncontrolled cry.
Discarded old memories, once securely contained, now being expelled, from dark clouds in the form of shed tears,
from showers of earlier torrential flow, if grass exist, it would surely grow, strong as jute and in uncontrolled rows of tiers,
Adult book store near the café’s corner, home grown Author, original owner and the all night diner, with invading little mirrors,
The dove club well in proximity, has lost its bright lights, with now no remedy, there was nothing in heart, to her more dearer.
Mr.G’s disco bar and grill, girls night out steamy hot, cities favorite well known cheating spot, for high class patrons, no place, for the faint of heart,
From riches to rags, when playing this game, back seat to none, not even the famed, a widow maker, right from the very start.
Filled crowded skies, flashing neon lights, advertising their illuminating wares, in all plain sight, tall sky scrapers with all your financial might,
This is your world girl, an overhead spectacular show, hypnotizing in a dazzling array; everywhere you go, of multi colored, star-lit added light.
Your past and your present, filled from a gritty, gritty, city...At night, transformed into a fictitious fairy land, of Selfish, feeble minded inhibitants.
Long low expensive cars, carrying picture perfect ladies, to entice the innocent and drain the pockets, replacing once dollar bills of men into cents.
A menagerie of handsome men, cold impersonal city life at night, full of uncaring sin, unfeeling, as it slowly devoir, the weak and unwary,
As it constructs, yet one more building, manufacturing one more product, for the busy streets destination, (skid row) and even vacant prairies …
Once a pride to be a part of or want to own, city girl didn’t slow down, when she became grown, now this wound this (city left), is beyond Suture.
So (too), does it destruct, your past and present, it will surely suck, left with grit from the city (at night), turning present homelands, into an abandoned future…?
Jim
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This is almost like a film noir. The description of the city sent chills down my spine and The dystopian society you describe is all too close to home for comfort. Superb write!
Sue Birch
Hello Susan,
Really loved the way you dissected this and in such a superlative manner did you. Thanks and i was reaching for the affect,(when i wrote this one), on what to much construction and attention paid by many, may leave, once the bright lights has burned out, for our bigger cities, let alone the smaller less financially aided ones...You drove the nail home in your description...Wonderfully conveyed....
Sincerely ,
Jim
Great write, dearest Sir Jim Arnold Sir (Bro)
The flow of the poem is superb in its perfection, My Nomination
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sir Williamsji Sir,
Always an honor and a privilege to here from and be the receiver of your comments and highly acclaimed nomination..."Happy Easter" and hope all is well with you and yours....
Thank you,
Jim
Hello Leola,
Were you all setting at the same table when this was read? Every last one of you, wrote this one, with just the superlative presented comments...That Leola, was a remarkable, (mind blowing) conception, you left with this poem and you, (the readers), gave this poem the life it searched for and told the death, that awaited it in its end, to the fullest....Wonderful comments by you and all the rest and much appreciated...
Sincerely,
Jim
Hey Jim..!
Fabolous write up..A great rythym..and a perfect flow..Loved it..Very creative piece..:)
Regards and Love
Surabhi
Hi Surabhi,
Appreciate the stop by and the comment, hope all has been well you...
Take Care,
Jim
Yeah..:)
I was not there for quiet a long time..was busy with work..Will do read your stuff soon..:)
Regards
Surabhi
Thanks Surabhi, There is a whole lot i need to catch up on with all the postings,(most definitely yours) and will.....
Jim
Thank you Angel and appreciate the comment and the play by play, break down, of this poem and as you stated, in order to understand it, you must become it....
Thanks a bunch,
Jim
WOW!! dear Jim,What a extensively descriptive exqusite write .I enjoyed reading it.I feel the girl mentioned probably a metophor regarding the dark shades of city life.Well crafted.A real treat to read.
Cheers
Piusha
Thank you Piusha,
Means a whole lot coming from you and i heard of the poem you dedicated to Sir Williamsji on his birthday, most thoughtful are you and a heart of "GOLD" to match...
Take Care,
JIM
Hail to the queen,
Thank you immensely Cherie and i am familiar with both,(the City and the Country) and the city sometimes is to noisy and i would take the Country over the city any day...I have (2) chocolate blue pits and three cats and being outdoors on a acre or two, is like being in heaven to them and allowing them to just run free without any worries from the city life, i.e. traffic, noise what have, it gets to be a bit monotonous sometimes and it is nothing like taking a long quite walk on a sunny quiet dirt road, reminiscing about old times and just plain life in general.I think i better shut up, i almost just talked myself into moving....Once again, thank you dear lady...
Jim
Cherie,
Thank you for the invitation..Your heart is as big as your smile and that sounds so "at ease" being able to have no worry at all about anything...How do you catch a fox? they allow you to get that close are do you have to set a trap, i thought those guys were real leary of humans? The air is so pure, clean and clear and the stars at night is plentiful and alluring and makes you wonna just lay out in the night field, listening to the true sounds of night approaching and the morning dews of the day as it rises, along with the brighter than bright sun...Wow i really do miss the quiet life and didn't realize it, until you awakened the sleeping giant of serenity and those lost days of that well missed life....Thank you dear lady, for the memories i had misplaced, until now...
Sincerely,
Jim
Jim you are brilliant! Your vivid imagery is one of a kind! Great Work
Appreciate you Jesse but i can say, we do have some brilliant minds on this site, some pronouncing themselves loud and clear and some, just bursting from the seam, to be thrust into action, now the same about yours, can truly be said...Got to comfortable within ourselves, if we want others to take confidence in what we do, and it appears attention and notice, has been projected towards. You are quite confident in who you are and what talents you have acquired and displaying to us all (QUITE WELL)...(Confidence), just as (Patience), sure is a (Virtue), in all writes.....I commend you and take care...
Jim