Downtwn Chicago, Last MLK Weekend

Downtwn Chicago, Last MLK Weekend

SecondComing

A city in two layers she called it
But everywhere I look there’s more

A man mounts a sacred cow of history and community
He thinks it is the golden bull of finance

A wave off the Lake freezes as it mounts the shore
Folding and erupting into mountains I can conquer
Though I shrink from the frozen holes beyond

A stovepipe-hatted second coming and his Irish-sweater’d guide
Gesture optimistically westward to freedom
Trumped by a tower in the way

A mother spells out a new word for her child
One he will need in his new world
Tee… Arr… Yoo… Emm… Pee…
Silver letters his first memory of “great” power

A bean warps the skyline behind me
Into a surreal, fanciful world
Hundreds gaze upon it – to escape?
But the smoggy skies of both worlds blend together

A city in two layers she called it
The trains rattle and the traffic roars
Above me, below me, around me
While further up
The city somehow imagines
That it can soar

Pink and Brown

Pink and Brown

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