The City
The cacophony of the buildings is everywhere,The razzmatazz and guffaw of the extreme in her loins.The aura of her is overwhelming?The streets packed to the rafters with whimsical nostalgia.The countryside a blubbering ruffian,Alongside the euphoria and craziness of her rapture.A place of magical half-baked elixirs,A gibbering haberdashery of charm and elegance.Each road juxtaposes your personal journey,Each a path through the miasma of the long gone storm.A place where gargoyles are amongst us –She lets us sashay through without alarm. But she doesn’t pussyfoot around you,All her quirky accoutrements on show;Scintillating talismans of the occult –You’d be moonstruck in her wake.Look closer – she is smiling,The lights are her way to guide you to her darkest secrets.Umpteen areas of unexplored glory,A real treasure chest.Your heart will be lampooned by her guile,Beguiled and smaller now than when you arrived.And now you will yo-yo between depression and ecstasy just to be with her,Be with her forever.