A COLLECTION OF POEMS ABOUT NEW YORK CITY
42nd And Forever
Friends speaking languages tough to understand,
Stand on every corner, ever at the ready,
Pointing out every pixel of every billboard,
Snapping photos of images in store windows,
Chomping at the bit for a bite of Americana —
Halal cart white sauce stains on shirts that ‘heart’ New York,
Restrained by camera straps and biodegradable shopping bags,
Filled with plastic reminders of that night —
Spent in Times Square.
Times Square Subtext
Don’t worry about face to face time,
Our media is social —
Be a consumer full time;
Or get paid to feed the masses —
10-second clips and sound bites;
You can do it part time.
For a small fee you can watch it all for free
And in between as you try and breathe
We’ll drop in hyper-relevant, geo-targeted,
Data-driven, copywritten, focus group-tested,
Aspirational messaging —
Telling you to be yourself and hang with friends,
As long as you share, and like, and repost —
A small tip for your platform of choice —
Hashtag, blessed.
Questionable Distractions On Rivington
What are we listening to
When we’re listening through
Man made sound waves —
Electronic fascinations
That pique our aural imaginations
And keep us from the one thing
We’d benefit most from,
A friendly chat
One on one?
Virgin Subway Nostrils
Of nonsense and bold scents
A summer’s day turns nose’s foe
When creeping trains far below
Toss underground aromas to and fro —
A family vacation never to forget.
Love, New York.
F Train Hand Holding Techniques
Little hands grasping
Diet sodas and smaller waistlines,
Connected entertainment devices and new realities,
Subway car polls and a sense of accomplishment,
Paperback books and yesteryears —
Holding on to more than it seems,
We are the white-knucklers,
The pole dancers,
The fingertippers,
The wrist-leaners,
The underhanders,
The tap alongers,
The nervous tappers —
We’re running Queens-bound,
On New York time.
8th Avenue Sidewalk Symphony
Pitter patter, sometimes running,
Sometimes walking —
Pitter patter as the people pass
One after another, traversing to their towers,
Or their favorite bagel shop,
Or somewhere they’ve never been,
Sometimes determined,
Sometimes anxious,
Sometimes filled with joy —
Always anonymously pitter pattering,
Harmonizing with the musical landscape
That is the New York City sidewalk, a place
Where people pitter patter all day —
Listening to the sound lets you in on the secret.
Nolita Egg-Themed Eatery
Broken yolks run wild over bacon
And avocado and
Instagram filtering —
Bumping contrast, cropping fingertips,
And hashtagging
Blessed things,
And love things,
And runnyeggyummyegg things —
Post up here to post
Likable, shareable snaps —
My feed is fed.
Live Music In Lower Manhattan
Alternating clings and clangs,
Each pour a note in the symphony
Of late night absurdity, best
For making new friends,
For trying new things —
Forgetfulness,
Full of stories
Later stated with no regrets,
And later still, regretting forgetting the very stories
That danced to the sweet sounds —
The music plays anyway.
Cobble Hill Coffee Shop Conference Caller
Gestating hands
Signal a deeper issue,
As we communicate —
Loud to prove our point
That relevence is upon us,
That our noise canceling headset,
Unfortunately for the atmosphere-seeking brew sipper nearby,
Only works in one direction —
This quarterly sales meeting
could save lives.
Carroll Gardens Sidewalk Strolling
Sidewalk-filling, iPhone-staring,
Super duty SUV strollers —
Packed with today’s snacks
And activities,
And unrelenting, space-taking size —
Wheels fit to traverse the Sahara
Ramp gracefully over bumpy brick pathways
And the sneakers of kid-free,
Foot-based travelers —
Apathetic to apologies, apparently.