Cities at night are shining lures, they are tantalizing diamonds resting gently in the hollow of a lady’s throat, a lamp attracting moths, an angel and a whore. Cities at night are raptor birds of prey, their talons keep you down to pick your eyes. Cities at night are both barbaric and civilized, they are silk and daggers. Cities at night are the smell of men urinating against brick-walls and the perfume from girls hurrying to embrace their lovers. But even in the largest metropolis there are places where darkness finds you. Places where you find yourself alone with echoes.
The wet tarmac was chewing on the headlights of the last passing car.
I crossed the street and continued walking aimlessly, my head still dizzy from the beers we shared before you left me for an errand that couldn’t wait. I passed street-corners where hookers flaunted their silicon cleavages and pierced belly-buttons. The night had changed from bruised melancholy to reflections of flickering neon-light on tattooed skin. My hunger drove me to an open restaurant and alone I found unspoken camaraderie with others, with people of the night. With kohl-eyed glances and unshaven chins we sipped on random words unspoken.
I broke chopsticks to the tic-tac of stiletto heels in the sushi-bar.
I’m a nighthawk waiting for the subway to start leaving for my suburb. From my silent bench I watch the creatures and the maggots that, like me, are lingering to leave the faded glitz at 2 am. The city’s diamond is a cheap cubic zirconia and the raptor’s talon has lost it’s grip. We are separately united in our loathing of the stench. The stench that’s us, the people that the city left.
A tired workman’s coughing in the diesel fumes from his dirty truck.
It’s been a while since I explored the haibun with American Sentences. It’s a style I will continue to explore. I think it suits a contemporary setting, night and blues. This one is shared with Open Link Night at dVerse where Mary is hosting. Bar opens at 3PM EST.
June 18, 2015