Saturday, June 11, 2011

A Poem about Manhattan

Motor carrier NYPD Safety Unit
leans on courtesy, professionalism, respect
white & blue police van nice slick hair and
authoritative face officer-something-something
wave to passing fire engine going
west on 31st street toward
Manhattan fires or crazy
taxi cab yellow car collisions,
help us cross the street
that River Styx buildings
so high they siphon light through steel tubes &
look like Hades New Yorkers
fear death and worship downcast faces on Broadway
lit up golden

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