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New York your wind tunnel maze, your teats and teeming children, your smell of pretzels, your wheels of commotion, your angels in the wilderness, your black-hatted rabbis, your wide berths where money turns into lights, your narrow corridors of rats and knife blades, your bookstalls, your culture, your temperature shock, your leisure in the absence of lawns and landscaping, your seasons with their tokens, the world as a set, your mother-daughter shopping, your racing forms and stubble, your museums with their air of significance, your skyline vacuumed by governments, your Gargoyles waiting for the Apocalypse, which will debut here, if and when it comes. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2012-04-29 14:21:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Mark,
Is New York like China? I've been to NY. It has it's charm. I love Central Park that helps a lot.
I think we'll be living in little holes in the wall and not much else.
We are the slaves and thought us naught. ha!
I liked your form. Your........ only asking one long question. Could end with a question mark, Mark.
Have a good day young fellow.
Dellena