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Click hereif the city is a jungle, the lights are leaves
and tonight the leaves are falling brightly
in chips, flying from the fifth floor
with a scream, a thud, tinkling
to twinkle finally in puddles of blood.
I didn't know what the heck that word meant so you get the make me get a dictionary award for the day, and it is good. You seem to do your best with these short cutting verses.
Okay then, you get my five, without that glaring typo. :)
And tell me, am I right that the lights/leaves are glass panes, and are they falling due to an earthquake, perhaps?
to write something that's horrifying and poetic at the same time, but I think you got there. I'm not sure about "lights" cause it could be many things (some of which don't make sense to me in the context of this poem) although given the title I am seeing lamps. Maybe it should stay unspecific, and anyway that's a nitpick about a really good poem.