A construction crane,
Kisses skyscraper maiden
Red faced sun on edge.

Sometimes I like to go for a late night swim
I strip down and sit on the edge of the horizon
Dip my toes in the darkness before plunging into the stars
I swim and swim until my feet can't touch the skyline and the moonlight could easily drown me
I lay on my back and gaze down at the city below me
I watch cars on the freeway and lovers on the boardwalk
I dive deep into the universe open my eyes to observe the planets
Soon the sun starts to float towards me
Wrap myself in its rays
Walk back into my apartment
I grab coffee and watch the world rotate around me
Those nights and these mornings are when I feel most content

Rory Nunn Jan 23

I started with an early climb
Left morning's waking yawn behind
And high above a sleeping street
As Tuesday's heart began to beat
The morning broke clean open
And I saw the sky torn wide

The brittle ceiling of the Earth
Recalled an oyster shell at first
The pearl horizon, silver pink,
Entranced me as I stooped to drink
The splendour of the morning down
With all its healing peace

I let the first light warm me through
And shared the incandescent view
With others perched in eyries
All along the city's edge
We watched the rolling world unfurl
And offered silent thanks
While far below the tangled flow of commerce burst its banks

Sean Scribbles Jul 2016

Clock work,
Chronoshift me into blue.

Ocean eyes,
Color me a different hue.

Shatter me.
Meld me out of broken glass,

Enter me,
Exit please,
Fore the present comes to past.

BE McComb Jul 2016

There are
In me.

A small town girl full of

The only time I am ever
Is when the oceans of
Surround me
Concrete walls and window tiles
Every face dissolves
Into every other, just
Blur the skylines
A little more.

I always feel the restless
Energy, but only when
The ceaseless floods of
Mankind wash me over.

There are
In me.

Every block, every brick
Every beam and every balcony
Every inch of this
World in me.

There are
In me.

But I saw once face
In all the seas of shifting life
And suddenly the smoke-rimmed sky
Parted ways for you.

On the escalator mountaintop
Friday evening at seven
One face, one name
Made its way through
The tiled maze, and then
I woke up from my
Metropolis dreams.

In one split
Second, the thousands of
Souls, all shoved
Together, swayed
To reveal
Just two souls, spotlighted
And me.

There are cities
In me
But never
Can anyone
But you
Light up the roving night.

Copyright 5/30/14 by B. E. McComb
Joy May 2016

I am the skyline,
I'm the night littered with stars;
My shine roars for you.

May, 2016

Keen little neons
playfully jump around, colliding with her mind
and she sits there, legs crossed, her pussy aroused,
but it gets doused as the Wall Street pinstripe type walks by
she utters a sigh, looks at the sky, the ending's nigh, and it's night.

Skyline looks pretty
beams and lighted apartment block kitchens and real pop-up ads,
them keen little neons,
her eyes flicker like those hanging lights in horror films,
perpetuate fear, the skeletons are in the clear.
I told you, you schmuck, the end is near.

Josh Bass Mar 2015

The country music plays at a low tinny volume
I never much cared for it
But thinking back now I enjoyed it then
From the back seat of a love's family car
Stopping at small town after town
Country meals and light on conversation
Our favorite was finding
everyday treasures of times long past.
How appropriate then as I scour my mind doing the same

D I A Mar 2015

I stood,
Gazing at the sunset.
Watching the sun fall...
The day die...
The light soften and dim,
Painting the sky with vivid strokes...
Freeing the moon.

A daily masterpiece,
Well displayed
Above the lines of the city.

Shloka Shankar Feb 2015

Life stagnates as people start trickling back to their houses. Some look forward to the expectant faces of their children, while some others dread their churlish wives. As they saunter along doggedly, the day’s events play like a broken record in their heads – a mimicry of sanity. A crow caws somewhere as though lovesick. Streetlights come on and fireflies hover in a daze. Bicycles, cricket bats, and skipping ropes are lugged back home by children who are repeatedly beckoned by overbearing mothers. Almost in a trance, the buzz of the day fades away as a feigned tranquility descends.

molten skyline…
an earthworm buries
itself deeper

A haibun first published in 'Gnarled Oak':

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