In The City

Its non-stop, the eternal sound,

like termites scurrying inside my head

gnawing at my brain, consuming memories,

replacing pictures with black voids,

memories with blind static.

One long drone of sameness, banality,

meaninglessness.

.

Under clear blue skies, in pleasant sunshine,

with a soothing breeze, the hum remains;

sitting on the balcony on another balmy,

lazy evening, the hum remains.

At sunrise, at sunset, when soft light cushions

the ends of the day – the hum remains

 

worming its way into calm clear thoughts,

smoothing out creative edges, random ideas,

nullifying them,de-energising them,

destroying them, with the 24/7 cycle.

 

There is no day, there is no night,

there is no light;

 

there is just the city.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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