[iippo]: 207.Doggerel.City

The city

The city I live in has
many buses and lazy pidgeons.
The shops close too early
and the market doesn't open on Sundays.
The area I live in has
cultural diversity and cultivated trees
And an empty lot that used to be a school.
I wish it wasn't fenced off.
        But sometimes, late, I find myself in
The city I don't live in has
Tired hookers and busy taxis.
The party lasts long as does the darkness
(especially the one by the broken lamp post.)
The boom-boom of the bass is
almost as frightening
As the white van parked at an odd angle.
        The only proof that these two cities both exist in the same place
Is the shattered glass on the pavement in the morning
And the blackbird that sings at night.