At East River
after may swenson
Tugboat: Dark manhood
looking for scantily clad
office girls.
Floating Gulls: The girls panic.
They wonder if it will be
boy or girl.
The Bay: In their roundness
even their belly buttons
have relocated like immigrants.
On The Bridge: The construction workers
do not whistle
rudely anymore.
A Plane: Paris, London, Bangkok,
Tokyo, only a wing
and a prayer away.
Brooklyn: Reality of greasy, dirty streets,
ancient buildings,
distant, distant races.
posted by RC @ 1:19 AM
3 Comments:
Nice.
E. Bernal
Intriguing. I've been toying with the idea of a diptych poem and this is exactly the kind of thing that was running through my head. Very good indeed.
Thanks,Esmeralda and Jim.Some of the poems I've been posting this week are merely re-writes of poems in the Camille Paglia collection called Break Blow Burn, Reads of Forty-Three Of The World's Best Poems.And most probably I am bringing them down a notch or two.
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