Issue Seven - March 2004

The City

By Colleen Smith Armstrong

    i want that pulsing
    white hot
    pounding feet on concrete
    too busy to notice
    anyone but
    you, you, you
    all i want is you
    dirty, gritty, glorious
    city you
    swallow me whole
    cover every inch
    of my tired, ready body
    feed me
    with your racing rhythm
    dance me, rock me
    bring me to my knees
    rattle me through the hollow of my bones
    shake me so hard
    i can barely stand
    and then send me
    back home
    until i'm ready

©2004 by Colleen Smith