New York, New York

 07/01/10

8:19 AM

Bay Ridge, Brooklyn

 

New York, New York

 

Busy streets, crowded pathways.

The agonizing stench of charred meat and traffic smog filled the air.

A crammed-full procession of wheels turning infrequently.

Earsplitting clamor of angry voices and dead-beat street singers.

Runners and walkers interweaving on solitary trails.

A society assembled in a riotous foyer of an enormous metropolis.

Amidst all the humming and bustling

An unquiet mind is erratically nomadic.

Eager to connect with new a soul,

Looking to discuss the oddities of everyday,

Boast the know-how of a bizarre expertise.

Discuss the satirical antagonism of pietism and that of bureaucracies.

Yet with all present, not one listens.

All and sundry walked with glasslike crates, incarcerated.

Without the risk contact and collision.

Connection is undesirable, injurious.

Communication simply belonged to the lunatic.