how do you write a
poem about new york city
they have all been written
how do you write about the
ebb & flow of unhumanity
when there isn't ebb
just flow
or the cacophony that echoes
through man-made caverns & canyons
made of steel, concrete,
& glass
how do you quantify the
feeling of your smallness to
its biggness without sounding childish, awe-
filled, & overly-romantic (i fear
i am all three)
there must be a way, but it is
lost to me
i can't begin to grasp it,
though i try
2 comments:
Seriously, man. Publish.
nice post. I got here via the 'next blog' button, liked your support of Kinky, (what is he running for now?)
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