There were cities that stood boulder-like in the distance

There were cities that I loved

There were cities where kites could ease greedily among the buildings

There were cities in which no honest man could find a life to suit him

There were cities that were paved with little Pandora’s boxes

There were cities where you never got bored

There are cities where night flicks to day

There are cities that sprout parking meters like trees

There are cities that are homeless

There are cities that are harmless

There are cities in which philosophy lulls in “dogmatic slumber”

There are cities where umbrellas are shoulders to cry on

There are cities where treaties were signed

There are cities where hearts are broken

There are cities in which a single wall stood defiant

There are cities that will never go back to 1930

There are cities that danced the Charleston

There are cities that privately closed curtains on raining bombs

There will be cities that still carry a dandy Spleen top-hat

There will be cities where pit bulls and bull fights color gossip red

There will be cities that gather dust and shawls of rust

There will be cities where black stick legs stretch to climb stairways

There will be cities that mute stiletto heals with ambulance sirens

There will be cities in which you will be old

There will be cities in which affairs perfectly hold

There will be cities that a massive scream might turn bold

There will be cities that make you cold

There will be cities where you do as you are told

There will be cities where you do as you are told

There will be cities that lip-synch lies

There may be cities that spark again

There may be cities in which I plan to live forever

There may be cities where sex pushes silence back onto its Eden bed

There may be cities that storms slice open like a lucky deck of cards

There may be cities that you dream out of your board meeting

There may be cities where fears run off into the gutter