A city of stalagmites
Stone, steel and glass
Babel-like towers that scratch at the sky.
Blacktop streets melt and ooze in hot summer sun.
A melange of spent-chewing-gum-blobs dot sidewalks
Pink, blue, white, grey and black.
The earth rumbles beneath ones feet and a steaming blast of hot breath rises from a subway grate
Thick and wet. Like a lusty, muscly kiss of a two hundred dollar whore.
Swimming through it all is a horde of humanity
A throng, A mob, A crush, A flood
A ballet of movement and avoidance
All colors, shapes and sizes
All religions and no religions at all Rich men, poor men
Wise men and fools.