Feeling Blue

Cupid's bow

talks

about hot cement as a back that curves;

buildings

–overwhelming- as fingers pointing at the sky;

speaks

of fucking heated streets as a female who twists;

cities

–amazing- as human hands trying to reach the ceiling;

screams

out of pain of boiling flesh made as by a body that folds,

the terrifying

capitalist anthill scarring the atmosphere;

howling concrete in the shape of a dorsum crooking;

imposing

manmaderections looking as

trying – vainly- to grab a piece of heaven.

All is full of awe.