In the city.......

Strains and melodies from the past float serendipitously over the cobbled heart of the city, caught in the flux of strangers, dropped into a different context and awed into submission.

Perky smiles warm the streets as the obnoxiousness of the exhaust fumes permeate the inhalation of all.

Prone canvas deck chairs line the boardwalk awaiting their slumbering occupants with hysterical anticipation, as the sun brightens itself over the gloating mass of marauding wanderers.

Denim and leather accelerate themselves through the dream factory of inked imagination as the constant buzzing  of the machines leave their indelible mark.

Walking masses await an explanation as the guides sprout their own intimate knowledge of what is, only to be translated and then lost in translation of what was.

Corridors, long since forgotten, break their eerie silence, as the burdened walls release their secrets and reveal the scar tissue, overlaid with  the crumbling morality of the oblivious.

Unexpiring  plastic quenches the thirst of the fast paced as they pick up speed, freeing their hands and leaving the containers spinning in the breeze.

Sirens scream and embezzle the sanctity of the late afternoon, as the workers leave their daily grind, to take on their mantles of responsibility and fun.

The exercise guru's sweat and pant while others exercise their skills of consumption across the thin line of reality and unconsciousness.

Surrendered to the darkness, the city instigates it's own throbbing and pulsating beat, until that to, fades into the oblivion of darkness.

Cities, in the dynamic flux and throes of change, sometimes wallowing in the shallows of their own demons and other  times fast paced in their ability to regenerate the decay and give new life to some, whilst others plod forward doing their one impression that they know best, caught in the conundrum and bear trap  of life.