Pallets on a roof,
aloof twenty-somethings
on their coop-like
balconies, bent arms
of machinery, many
miles from the farms of
our ancestry.
Messed up love, kissing on the pavement, rolling in kebab,
dancing with someone, everyone, in a cramped bar,
water dripping from the ceiling on the bartenders head,
a roving hand on your back,
turn to see their face,
they’re invisible in the crowd,
you spend hours getting ready,
clothes,
shoes,
hair.
No one cares.
In the city you are invisible.
No one is invisible.
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Hi Cathy! You’re right, of course. Sometimes the anonymity of the city can be a blessing, mind. I was stressing the idea that it’s often not worth getting stressed out by what you think others are thinking of you, because usually, they’re not thinking of you, haha.
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I agree that I think people are way self involved when really no one is thinking THAT much about you. I think this could well be said about social media as much as the real city.
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Social media is much like our physical space these days, we spend so much time there, the only difference is we’re in bed in our pants rather than walking about on the street.
We still try to look good, and we still try to impress, only if in a different way.
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Some aren’t even in pants, I’m sure. I agree, it’s hard to meet authentic people online.
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WordPress is a good platform but it still feels somewhat dog-eat. I can’t judge. Here I am, eating away.
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Truth. WP seems harmless enough. At least writers discuss all emotions and not just showing their “ass”ets and making everything look pretty. But then it may sway the other way in the tortured artist competition. Still, it’s relatively good people.
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This is how it’s meant to work. I haven’t met anyone I can’t stand yet, so that makes a change from Facebook. Best of luck to you. I’ll be back to check out some paintings in the future.
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You as well. Thanks.
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This is so good. Love the specific details and actions. Dancing with someone, everyone. … A roving hand on your back. Turn to see their face. They’re invisible… Takes me to the city, where you so often feel invisible and everyone else so often seems invisible. Good work Harry
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Thanks Pooky, I’m really glad you like it! I should get back to writing poetry, I did enjoy it. Trying to work more on my prose, though!
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That’s good man. Gotta go with your feelings. Keep working hard at that prose!
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