THE CITY OF DREAMS


The disjointed city, splayed in asphalt and concrete,
nestled in the depth of his memory
as he beholds its strange essence.
And yet it is the city of dreams,
not of hopeful expectancy
but of sequences of a different nature,
of imagery of relentless depression,
of squalid vistas and putrid visions,
of rhomboids, squares and triangles,
of decaying structures and compacted filth.
The hopeful billboards of the city fathers
that will surely inspire the multitudes



           Arnold Skemer