for new york
Posted on | September 11, 2009 | No Comments
a poem I wrote, back then:
FOR NEW YORK
you can’t see them
you’ll never remember
what they looked like the last time
you saw them
because you can never look
at something as if it were the last time
because you never really believe
there will be one
you don’t fear death anymore.
in a strange way you know
you’re safer
because the world has moved.
you are riveted.
everything in your life means
a little bit more of something.
you name it.
your arms are branches
and your fingers root the sky
you lift up your soot stained
face to the world’s eyes and
get off clean. in history
you are complete. in god
you are breached.
for all want you open the markets of the world
and they think they want you to say
that you had to but you know better.
and you cry.
so come down and rain away
the smoke the smell
that seems it will never leave
i want a promise i’ll be proud
to walk under. let those who dedicate flesh
rattle the girders above me. i’ll throw my fist
under their soles. let them feel
what it’s like to put rock
to the spiritual and castigate an entire MO
by stretching once more.
I’ll not see my last time
when i see the curve of the earth
once more available
to anyone
who chooses to laugh by my side
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