Friday, May 8, 2015

NYC










Cold black mouth, tongue of rails.
Throat clearing scream blows urine breath.
Cinders hide in eyes narrowed to a slit.
Subway riders board the cattle train to Broadway.

Dirty legs extend from cardboard boxes,
shielding homeless people from monsters.
Like covers over a child's head.

Handsome men stroll hand-in-hand,
pausing to kiss and laugh.
They walk off quickly, wrapped up in shared secrets.

Food smells stake out their territory, mugging the passing crowd.
Gangs of stores change image and intent,
just one block down.

Everything changes just one block down.




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