- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I Hate New York
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Click hereThe Staten Island ferry comes about,
Approaches bleak Manhattan to the east;
Miss Liberty afloat appears to shout
Her rhyme of welcome to the awful feast
That daily tempts the unsuspecting rubes
Who visit this place. Could a town be more
Unfriendly? Greasy sidewalks, sagging boobs
On aging hookers, pissing vagrants, sore
Losers hawking, always on the grift,
Hustle, bustle, tussle, always moving
Buses, subways, taxis, trucks adrift.
Movies make us think of people grooving
On "Gotham's" thrill. But I can't find the charm.
The crush of people evokes insect swarm.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoThe strong image at the end summerizes all the evocative snap shots you were presenting up to that point. Personally, I could not disagree more, but that's totally besides the point...
LeBrozabout 16 years agoAhhh, much better. That one small line makes such a difference; putting it back in makes it flow so much more smoothly. Tucks in the feeling so well.
LeBrozabout 16 years agoA 13-line sonnet? Or did you throw in the towel toward the end? Surely the dismal scene of NYC you paint couldn't have discouraged you that much. Or did it?
