Dormant back streets begin to rattle and shake,
by the mechanical drumming of tribal engines.
Night falls inevitable tumble invites the seas of
light to flood city streets in rainbowed confusion.
Blurs of red and grey, blue and green slide through
steel and glass – fast twitch shifts – no wrong turns.
Over empty black asphalt arcs of orange and yellow sway,
blaze – hanging papers flutter in double axle slip streams.
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Gif found here: http://akira41.tumblr.com/
It’s just too brilliant.
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The words seem to flow in the fast slow fast of a traffic stream. Nice, though alien.
you bring the streets alive…the tribal engines….i know exactly what you are talking about there…only appearing afgter the sun goes down….very cool…
Rainbowed confusion…brilliant! Those two words remind me so much of Times Square.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
this is so cool!!!
I’m sitting here in the dark groovin’ on the tracers man, awesomely cool !!!
poem races to match the action, great post !!
Really enjoyed this! tribal engines, rainbowed confusion–excellent!!
Really neat imagery. You brought the scene to life. Nice work!
A crashing of neon…and the brevity of it makes it that much more effective. Nice!
Yes, yes, and more yes (I may have to watch Akira again, it’s bee a long time)!
Very cool, love it with the graphic…. Great rhythm!
Beautiful, a poem in precise words, without much discussion, direct, non-trivial. compliments.
I like this very much. Brilliant use of language.
Bright lights move your city poetry, excitingly colorful…