City love isn’t like human love.
It’s experiential to the core
Only real when you feel it under your skin
Chills down your spine through your fingertips
Quench this stifling thirst for
adventure, beauty, and the bizarre.
Impermeable at first
Its walls stubbornly concrete
but once open,
beaming with input—
politics, poetry, progress.
A chamber of ideas
like the very vessels of my being
from brain to pen to paper to voice to brain again.
Join me in this violent bustle
fuming with millions of creaky voices
echoing into a screeching orchestra
of rock stars, subway preachers, sirens,
panic and delusion.
A rhapsody of majestic four-chords
set to the pace
of a deep underground percussion.
We’re in the interlude.
Places take on alternate meaning.
That coffee shop where
my heart shattered into a million pieces
I mustered a “green tea please”
through chocked back tears.
The pale midtown office
that provided worlds more
than a shiny paycheck.
That dirty late-night bodega
where we became something more than friends.
Memories spill onto sidewalks
like buckets of colored ink
that never quite wash away.
My every breath of brisk air,
my late night companion
and my early morning sunrise
—it’s goddamn New York.
A conglomerate that pulsates with movement.
Swarms of banking, freelance, expert engineers
artists of the future
who make a little extra on the side
to afford that box of comfort
in the field of seeming chaos.
weave in and out;
rope through fizzy bottlenecks
of trains, one-ways, scaffolded concrete.
A world of technicolor
fades into black and white.
But I’m hooked!
Addicted to that after hours
that bubbles up and overflows
when you’ve had one too many
What time is it?
of the mind-body connection that overcomes me
every time the unforgiving wind gust —
WHOOSH - slaps me in the face.
“live it. BREATHE it right this second” it yells with urgency
and tiptoes into the darkness
of some dusty alley.
The escapist mentality that permeates the air.
perpetually mentally checked out
then swallowed back in
by a glimmer of that same infatuation
that you tasted the very first time
only to realize it turned sour in an instant.
I quit; I’ll flee tomorrow.
sign on the dotted line
this isn’t worth my precious time
better spent on cheaper space
and slower pace.
But yet, I’m here.
because despite the darkness
its sexy lights still shimmer,
Behind the wretched loneliness
a sense of total comfort.
Give me sleepless nights
and endless days
in this velvet microcosm
because I never want to fall asleep.