For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Urban (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Urban Cowboy,” “Urban Warfare,” “Urban Daydreams,” “Urban Living,” and so on.


Urban Decay

We all know it will happen
the weeds pushing through the door jam
to the CEO's corner office

the furniture, flaking it's poly-blend skin
in the mildewed dark of some future time

and echoed and echoed
perhaps not everywhere at once

but these are not marble columns, are they
not wrought of stone or etched with the likeness of heroes

the buildings might sway
with the earth shaking below

might gleam of sun
well beyond their years of use

but these will be shells at best
if you press your ear to them

perhaps you will hear
the minting of money

the echoes of orgasms
from behind closed doors

you can only imagine
how it used to be

how good it used to be
for a time