Intro to Urban
Pete Cholewinski
The suburbs were static-
manicured hedges,
monochrome mall rats,
homogeneous housing
seeking conformity.
But from this rooftop cafe,
I watch the city pulsate
like skyscraper light tidalwaves
roaring with blue haired ladies
who walk killer yip yip dogs,
with muscular basslines
that throb like erections from car stereos,
with open mic poetry,
with acid jazz,
el train rumbles,
and flapping flocks of pigeons-
an urban orchestra.
I came to this alien landscape
of japanese animation, barrio murals,
project graffiti, and gallery exhibitions
to walk rainbow streets
and take a hit on the blunt of life.
