Ragged red
roadsters roar down the road, Glass eyed marbles travel in auto mode.
Landscape twisting
shadowed street gray, Can’t hear the words the melodies say.
Herding their
flock the great boards yell, Making your wants vibrant, they sell.
This is that they
just want you to see, Given for take they devour currency.
This is the city,
this is the town
People here and
there, everywhere around
Up on the
sidewalk, out in the street
The waves of the faces
never you’ll meet
Pounding a beat,
their feet to the ground
Living in the
city, living in the town.
Cathedral halls
thrust out ever so high Could they would they scrape the sky?
Stacked and
towered these walls the mold Blinking lights say they do as they’re told.
No more space
here, it left in the Fall Run out the limits when no growth stalled.
The flood of the
masses likely to drown No venting, no egress, could there be found.
The bramble the
ramble of out stretched hands They’re reaching and clutching from broken lands.
Climbing twinkle
lights want to hypnotize On the corner wannabe black robes moralize.
An echo a din of
harmonic cacophony, From choirs and boxes no way to see
A pulse to which
can be put no finger, Rhythm with no rhyme destine to linger.
This is the city,
this is the town
It’s towers and temples
all way round
Surrounded by its
high heights
Dwarfed by all
their might
Washed over by the
echoed sound
Living in the
city, living in the town
Where are the
hills, where are the trees?! Get me out of here, someone help me please!
Closing in on me, why
won’t let me breath!
Towers built on
hills made of shaky ground? Battered by the roars, by the constant sounds!
I need to go,
please why won’t you show me how?
Everywhere it’s
there, everywhere I see! Every place I look on top of the scenery!
I think I’m being
swallowed whole!
Because this is
the city, this is the town
Pressing over
people, pound upon pound
It’s a living,
eating thing, buzzing with electricity
Show you so much gonna
make your eyes scream
Pull you under,
make you gonna drown
Living in the
city, living in the town
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Even though today I make a couple trips a week into San Francisco, when I first ventured into the city, at the tender age of eight, I wasn't as really impressed by the sites as I was terrified by them. Having never been to any city before, I was more taken back in shock. Actually, I had a panic attack styled melt down.
Needless to say, it wasn't the most pleasant adventure for my then young mother.
Today I actually enjoy outings into what is one of the most iconic cities in the world, and look forward to the many sites and treasures it waits for me to discover. But, I've never quite forgotten the fear of that little eight year old...
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