Sunday, December 2, 2012

New York Blues Poem #89

the city twinkles
massive and silent
with glowing steel mountains

unblink the poet’s seeing eyeball
filtering life through
the gorgeous abomination
of greasy paving stones
and rat scurvy Hudson piers
while the hushed swooshing of traffic
becomes a banshee siren song

isolated footsteps
on the Brooklyn promenade
each lonely dweller
gets radiant voodoo magic
from the electric New York night.

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