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Chicagoetry: GothamGOTHAM A city of dreams must exist in the night We strain to sink to escape, to dream, This deep, dark world is a catacombed, shrouded in fog. statues, spires and underground trains. grinding out the shadow play Fear and dread the oxygen, Purple perfumes, frightful flowers, spirits We melt into a dark, warm sea of ourselves wide-eyes fluttering like close, blinking stars in this cold, harsh, brittle world. Yes: a city of dreams must exist in the night (I walked across the sky then awoke to silence I drank the moon, then awoke alone I drank the stillness, and orange desert, then, again, - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * Kindled Tindall: The Novel * The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance Posted on April 28, 2014 |
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