City

August 16, 2015 at 6:50 pm (Poems)

My mind is a capital city
which slides back into itself
despite redirected rivers.

It is multilingual diversity
sometimes filled with desire,
chewing on culture
with railway track teeth.

It is a museum of lost love,
gallery of alternatives;
wears startling statistics
like favourite lipstick.

It revels in deal making,
transient intensity;
and litters my brain waves
with the grit of routine.

My mind is a capital city
Centre of Polygog
a trending metropolis,
architect of dreams.

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2 Comments

  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    Sounds an interesting place to hang out, Julia. 🙂

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