Pulse of urban life beats in the air
morning sunshine beckons cheer
village people stretch and dare
ring deeds done dirt cheap, while
eclair aroma wafts funnel like
in preparation to Renaissance Faire
bells tolls for whom...the grim reaper
didst steal a glarewhile vim of youth
attired in their generation hair (weaving)
reed style (perhaps dyed colors of
rainbow coalition), which doth impair
senior citizens to comprehend such antics,
yet avoid uttering a jeer lest unexpected
violent altercation ensues where knitted
brows needle smiting angry hooligans
donned in knitwear talking on "hot chic"
cell phones to "cribbed blood brothers"
in their hood who lear at antiquated
manners versus emulating "crips" as more
than mere idols, but as bona fide reckless,
richness, and ruthless nearas fingertips
itching toward thieving trinkets, jewels,
money swaggering on staked out turf
with baggy drooping outerwear easily
canvassing the neighborhood in twos
as formidable pair distancing dweebs,
nerds, or those who identify as queer
with identification such as a select colored
bandana dangling from a rearpocket,
while the usual hubbub of buses, planes
and trucks vibrate tier able with near
deafening cacophony differentiating
distinct sources unclear.