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RW Dennen Aug 2014
The great New York metropolitan
stretching its  vibrancy
trafficking its wears.
Car horns combating in contemptuous arguments
habituated eardrums unwittingly pulsating

Great buildings upward; towering behemoths in grandiose splendor
This great asphalt jungle sprawling its electricity for blocks,
for miles
The jazz of the city continues the chanting; the sounds of bass and the blowing of the **** sax, the horn, the piano
and the drums drumming on its rhythmical beat

Beating hearts feeling the vibrancy; the shock waves of nuances echoing the great hustle
Multitude of voices singing praise to the different tongues;
vibrant in diverse rejoicing, the poetry of men and women
Metropolitans claiming the world condensing into small
blocks and listening to its RHAPSODY.
Jamie F Nugent Mar 2016
Oh what a gorgeous,
cruel and ugly city,
Where titanic buildings
tower the gray sky,
Where the natives
are fluent in gibberish,
The prudent rapid ramble rumble
of Liffeysiders.
Spare a few shillings
for the ******'s fix?
Or pretend,
like most passer's by,
That you're deaf,dumb and blind.
The quick slick kick
of boot heels on stone bricks,
Down the Trojan streets
I would fellow
like desire lines,
Bumping into para-mores past,
awkward small-talk,
How they have changed,
for the better?
A winter's day,
feeling like spring,
Bustling ancient streets,
That are charmingly gruesome,
Warm and lonely.

-Jamie F. Nugent
Metropolitans **** sensitivity
Cold concrete we stomp with our feet
Glare a path straight above you
Disregard the eyes that surround you
Keep moving and pushing through the pain
We're so hardened we don't even feel the wetness of the rain
We can't AFFORD to feel
There's no time to even feel real
An emotionless society
We drown our sorrows away
**** sobriety
Numb us whole
Our hearts hollow and dark,
just like a hole

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