City by Sarah Quigley

 

 

 

City 2

by Mark Noonan

The city is full
of memories –

every brick is your name,
and I'm lost lost lost
on bridges and in doorways,

hanging from streetlights,
grotesque, you might take
these swaying men for dead

if they didn't kick so,
to ease the chafing of their necks

and mark the passing of time.