While rediscovering an old coffee haunt the other night, I scratched the following words onto a few pages in my notebook. It is probably more of a rather lengthy run-on sentence than a poem, but I'm filing it under "poetry" nonetheless.
Metropolitan Metamorphosis
What it was
(disease ridden corporate corruption
battles over money, money over life,
life passed by living used up under a
bridge forgotten... hazily forgotten)
has everything to do with
what it is
(urban renewal stainless steel titanium
reinforced panels panes of glass and
cables over a river flowing by those
we have forgotten... anxiously forgotten)
and what it is
(sprawling populations filling towers
of lofts penthouse views looking over
an ever expanding sea of suburban sprawl
pushed by those who are hastily forgetting)
has everything to do with
what will be
(shining towers standing aside crumbling
ancient bricks filled with some who moan and
others who act and those who try to remember
all of what we've so carelessly forgotten.)
KLF (11/02/06)
Pre-altered image of LoDo and Cherry Creek via Denver Cityscape
Indeed...