My Imagined Cityscape on a Postcard

WHAT IS A CITY 

When I think of describing my city on a post card my initial thoughts begin with a film clip from Bladerunner, a 24 hour futuristic Metropolis.

It is also coupled with research into - 

Cities : A philosophical enquiry by Frank Cunningham.  

These starting points belong to other people but evoke within me trains of thought -

What would my city feel like?

It would seem at the moment I am a vessel whose mind has been ignited and this piece of writing holds within it an answer both imagined and real.

I am two Cities twinned in the womb of Jerusalem and Babylon
Fathered by mortal people and Zeus like Gods

I breath closeness and indifference

gardened with incoherence 

finding coherence

in moving, peopled arcades 

that twist and turn 

real and imagined 

language terrorists in a wingedscape,

Galloping 

always changing

never still.

I, Atlantis of NEon lights

in the City of Sun

of mothers working the streets

of Coke Cola + pimps

electricity hums in the darkness

through the broken windows of our lives 

like a light bulb waiting for the dawn.

NEon cities fizzle and spark

Schizophrenic 

and feels good in a puff of smoke as they explode

I drink NEon 

I am pink and blue and wear Kodak and Fuji tattooed across my bosom as I flicker in the eternal night.