Poetry

Just some poems I wrote a while ago that I never got round to uploading. Some of them are ok, some of them are terrible, one of them is already up here but I like it so I'm including it anyway. Pleas remember I'm an inexperienced poet.

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1. Sick Days

The city is ill.

 

Cars run through her veins like thickening blood,


Slow moving,
Slower, 


S l o w e r,


Gradually congealing,


Pumped round by the stop-start rhythm 


Of faltering traffic light hearts,


Moving less than an inch 


With every green-light beat.

 

She doesn't breath so well these days:


Her lungs are clogged with viscous fumes,


And hazy clouds of nicotine smoke


 Have given her a hacking cough you hear
In rattling drainpipes late at night


That keep 


You 


Awake.

 

Her vision's going,


Neon light by neon light,


Iridescent cataracts,


Make everything seem blurry at the edges.

 

And she never sleeps:


Footfalls of night-shift workers,


And music with throbbing bass lines


That register on the Richter scale


Suspend her in perpetual insomnia;

 
Smears of dirt on the pavement


Are the bags under her eyes.

 

These last few years she's run a temperature


An ever-growing fever


That ebbs 
And flows,


And burns white-hot,

Makes daffodils bloom in December


And die as spring rains fall:


Her concrete skin is scalding to the touch.

 

Sometimes she screams,


Sends high-pitched SOSs


Through ambulance sirens


That wail like banshees


And rent the summer even ings


Into jagged halves;


But the pathogens


That hear them rushing by


Turn away, with hands over their ears


And do not listen.

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