The City At Night

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Wandering the cityscape at night

I am the passenger with no ride

Passing by

Passive to the passers by

 

Let me be here

And the city says ‘yes’

 

Shadowy trees eerily extend gnarled branches

Like wizened wizards

Benevolent boughs of bonhomie:

A silhouetted sop to the anomie

(my soul’s familiar enemy)

 

Let me be here

And the city says ‘yes’

 

Figures scuttle rat-like and risky

Bin bags billow in the wind:

Black balloons

In chorus rustle;

 

‘Let me be here’

And the city says ‘yes’

 

Pimps and dealers

Cut deals on corners

On edge on the edge

With jagged intentions

Searing through

Serendipity

 

‘Let me be here’

And the city says ‘yes’

 

Girl meets boy

In temptation’s trist

Bodies entwined

Under sodium glare

Breathless they murmur

In heady unison

 

‘Let me be here’

And the city says ‘yes’

 

Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2019 

Pass the Parcel

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Looking out from the clifftop into the big blue yonder

Me a small fleck

In a world that gives no feck

Still in innocence and wonder

 

I am gifted with choice and discernment

A present which I leave unwrapped

For to open it would be to accept the dance with grace

That unsafe music that I don’t want to face

 

Perfection shines its halfbeam of halo’ed light

Obscuring the shadows of the night with its sodium glare

Leaving Resistance the winner in a game of risk

That has not even started

 

Time slides moments my way

Dealing chips with the artful promise of a blackjack dealer

My possession and strategy is but the daydream of acquisition

So they fall from my grasp

Like grains of sand

 

I roll the dice and play

Ridden of existential confusion

Alongside matchstick men and women

Brittle and wooden

Hungry for the spark that sets them alight

 

Back in the game

The stakes are high

But it is time

And I’m too old to play

Pass the parcel

Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2018