Baltimore City Whispers
The lights of this bright city begin to dim...laughter and vibrant echoes of human emotion fading away,
Sounds of chirping culminate with the core collections of thousands of crickets flaring their bellies of vibration,
Dull yells of drunken slur and slam...obscenities of never-ending neverlands bearing fruits of jargon,
The witness to the lost...philosophical drunkness at it's highest form...wandering souls through the city parks.
It must come from reflection that the moonlit stare obliterates all the stars view...skyscraper extremities keeping the planetary projector at bay,
Tangible evidence states the murder rate is high...but darkness veils even the brightest of suspects containing,
Hampering wisdoms of early morning radio calls to unknown areas of impact...nothing to gain from the never seen presence,
Oh but the strikes are made...never aligning with proper accordance...always dirty and forever faltering.
Through the streets the grim revealer is seen...candid cameras making a invisible impact around almost every corner,
Blue light city...flashing lights of celebrity appeal...corrupt paparazzi making calls from within their bullet proof rooms,
Men of underground elite status controlling the scenes...Men of the law attempting just the opposite,
Was it the payment in hand...sleight of hand into the mail...one hundred grand for you know who and what...into the night they go.
What a time it used to be...days of the caravans rolling through...fruits and preserved meats of all kinds...bread wonderland,
The nightclub full of backyard swing...men in suits at the front doors with midnight appeal and stature,
Top round women fulfilling covers of Frank Sinatra paradises without a care in the world...savory moments,
Days when presidents could mingle among their everyday citizens without fears of nighttime prowling...oh what a whisper the night makes.
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