Black box theatres drowning
in cheap confetti, light by the pound.
Audience interaction is at an all time high.
Dreams are not stupid
if you forget them in the morning.
I feel most present when getting chinese food,
the menu reads like scripture.
I can watch myself gobble and feast
across the mirrored walls.
We almost talk on the subway,
bumpy conversations as we
dive into the city’s black guts.
It’s as intimate as public space can get.
When it rains everybody feels the same
and at night the cars finally speak their
minds, honking in my sheets.
Valet parking and pharmacies are
the only constants.
Honeycomb apartments blink on and off
and show dogs ride the bus for free.
It is nothing if not a miracle
that the buildings don’t move.
Poetry
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I love it!
I’ve always wanted to go to New York! And this gives me such a vivid image of how the place may be like. So highlights: “Dreams are not stupid
if you forget them in the morning.”
-This line makes me think. I don’t no if you’re saying. It’s ok if you forget your dreams Or don’t dream (as in your hopes for the future) pass the morning.
“dive into the city’s black guts”
-such a good analogy!
“It is nothing if not a miracle
that the buildings don’t move.”
-I love the idea that New York has so much going on but the buildings in all this remain steady.
Awesome job!
I really enjoyed reading this piece. I am living in New York so I can relate to a lot of the ideas that you discussed in your writing. My favorite line is, “When it rains everybody feel the same.”
Such a colorful poem about a colorful city! I think my favorite was this:
“We almost talk on the subway,
bumpy conversations as we
dive into the city’s black guts.
It’s as intimate as public space can get.”
I’ve been on the NY subway before, so I definitely see how this description applies. I love the larger observation about the anonymity of the subway, but also the intimacy. It’s definitely a unique experience.