Amphetamine Wide Awake
A city,
Expression,
Of human anger, with,
It’s tightly,
Controlled,
Flows,
Of containerized pretty people,
To be disgorged only,
At some specific,
Edifice of concrete and glass,
The lesser beings,
On bikes,
Smoking motors,
And bag ladies pushing their carts.

A city,
Expression,
Of human frailty,
With it’s,
Angst thinned skin,
It’s velvet scary,
Smooth,
Occam’s logic,
It’s hunger,
For something,
Somewhere,
Lost,
In cacophony’s,
Caress.

Thnx {I} for the title

Intense City

Variations on themes from Trans and friends.
Her heart was burning and I watched the light,
felt and began to write.
Some of us commiserate
co-misery ate our fill
Some of us jumped in and burned along with her
I watched the light, felt and began to write

Hearts are sometimes filled so much that they are bursting with life; love, joy, hate, fear, hunger all individually or every one at once... filled so, those we encounter in our hearts intense city are lost and what else might get lost there, ourselves?
an intense city the heart, it never ever sleeps but it always smiles and always weeps.

what is the heart?
a fire bright
candy apple red
caress
of broken glass
and velvet

Touch Me! Feel Me!Love Me!Heal Me!
A verse from Tommy I think

This part is a response to a blogger "Cynthia"
There is in the heart an intense
city whose streets and sidewalks
are alive with inviting smiles and awash with the blood of joy and lust and love and raw raw passions. There is also the lament of lost loves and the broken parts of hearts scattered in the alleyways, those alleyways less lit by that warm side of the soul.
An intense city the heart :)