A COLLECTION OF POEMS ABOUT NEW YORK CITY
Brooklyn Bridge Millennials
The bridge connects us to
Everything, but wifi
Fails to bridge the gap
That matters, when we cross
Back and forth —
Between tall buildings
And small people, helplessly
Searching for a signal —
Fool’s gold is out of range.
Midtown Forecast In Fall
Suits now polka-dotted,
Unintentionally patterned
Despite best efforts to cover,
Fair weather predictions
Denied as skies stay gray
And droplets do their dropping
Letting those in windows
Watch as sidewalkers scurry,
Twisting to avoid subway grates
And each other--
Wondering why life remains dry.
Night Traffic On The Brooklyn Bridge
This system of mysterious,
Interconnected madness,
As consciousness becomes optional--
Requisite with a temper,
Fighting unfathomable expectations
That fight to keep us in line,
Peaking over shoulders to get
A better view of the middle,
Where, in darkness,
Hands folded and head fallen,
Before a mindless slumber takes hold,
Before our memories fade,
If they were ever even really made,
The course corrects;
The system breaks;
And we find our way home
To the only thing that matters.
Morning Deliveries In Chelsea
The parcels arrive
In part for our needs, and
What we need in separate parts —
Waste an expected outcome,
Yet out come the parcels,
Stacked and stacked
And carted down the block ,
Through pedestrians heading
To work to earn enough
So they can save and buy
Part of the next shipment of parcels —
New Delivery City.