The City Of Dreams Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The City of Dreams

The city found me,
Her ideas in a fabled book,
Fell on my lap,

I caught her spicy breath,
From a seekers nose,
Fondled me like a woman with her lullabyes,
Singing in my sleep,

I saw gold paved on their streets,
These opiates of success,
An arabesques chambers with rooms fill with money,

I tried to catch an arm,
A grapple at the treasure l dream of,
As stormy nights relates the wonderings and veracities of these tales,

Yes she was a streets of red bulbed bars,
And fancy girls,
With consecutive testaments of sucess and failures and rags to richess,

I am a tailor with a left mole on my face,
Before l am the slain robber,
Conniving with the city,
To make and unmake poetry,
From the escalations of your dreams.