Capital Friends baking

by Kevin   Oct 13, 2010


Sanding down streets.
New York,
you're like a horse riding girl,
with lazers for eyes.
Teach me endless everything,
money-mental stones arch my own structure.

Skipping to my beat.
Hey, Chicago,
I'm game for a twirl,
turning pupils tick so time flies.
I'd dance for you, even sing
something oddly known about you here.

Twins are always strange.
Oh Edinburgh!
I've been cake shaped in dough,
baked by your chill,
now I just fit see?
you're icing me on my surfaces.

Cities shape like people
show us truly how we're shaped.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A clever piece of poetry, Kevin and very original. Well written and all the best,
    Ben

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    A thought provoking look at the States from another viewpoint