Under the Empire sun
The city resets in the evening
Continual receiving
Thick lines run blurred into the night
The world centers herself
Around the NYC shelves
From Jackson Heights
To the Bushwick and Greenpoint
We held hands
As we felts our way
Through a city heralding a
Skyline
Heralding
The sun
We blink our eyes
Rub them dry
To see the Empire sun
Settle over the western sky
Over the east river
We await
Waiting
For yet another day
The smell of distant bleach
On fresh cleaned linens
This is the hotel room
That we will attempt to live in
–
Faded carpets with old stains
Attempts to clean them
Have obviously gone in vain
–
Paisley and plaid hung drapery
Old recliners
While we make our escape
From the city
–
Old cigarette stains
Outside the door
From someone long before
–
Shower curtains white
Fluffy and snug
With clean towels hung
Next to the rug
–
Life lived in hotel rooms
Find a different way
Of saying hello
Enjoy your stay
How can dust exist in such plethora
Consuming humans in black filth
Penetrating apartments with stealth
What is the creator
The destroyer
Yet it plooms from every
Vehicle brimming black and burdened
From the backs of trucks
Tossed lightly into the air
To begin it journey
Destination unknown
Yet it flies just softly enough
Through the screens
Into our homes
Where it land
Collects friends
Possibly propagates
Until we have the motivation to cleanse
Purging our home from such creations
Out the shoot
And back into the circle
Of the dust migration
Arise
Awake
So much is at stake
Minutes take seconds
To change
In one instant
The hard work
Begins to rearrange your life
New opportunities await
Challenges left hurdled
In your wake
Do not sleep past the rising sun
The morning calls
Opportunity calls
Arise
Awake
A pleasant mistep
Created from the onset
Of a morning awakening
Tired and straining
I arise
To drop my glasses
All in passing
I have been misinformed
Of today’s purpose and form
I try to go ahead with the day
But one turns to two
Two to three
Three to seven
It’s gone
No more time on the clock
Those days are hard as rocks
On my underbelly
I must arise now tomorrow
With purpose and control
Informed and ready to go
For as tomorrows sun is raising
I will forget yesterdays
Congenial Misinformation
Rain falls
Hard as I can ever remember
My hair drips wet
Water balling up
In tiny circles
Falling on cold hands
As I reach
The apartment door
Small winding rivers
Create islands and shores
Staying dry is today’s chore
Blustering wind
And rain a little more
But I made it dry
To that apartment door
I fear the mold
The uniformity theory
Of stripping conscious dignity
Of the you
Me
Pushing us forward
Never to look back
A pack of wolves
Now breathing down
My back
I fear the mass productions
Facilities
Consistency is key
Holding the soul back
From being free
I understand
Accommodating the masses
But with accommodation
Comes subtle backlashes
Loss of autonomy
Fostering dependancy
I look up
See arrows pointing ahead
I can’t help but wonder
If I’d be
Better off
Dead
2 flights of stairs
2 more stairs
Who cares
I am counting
Legs burning
From constant churning
Click and trip
Hold myself on the
Red stick
That makes a railing
The no smoking sign above my head
Make it to the second floor
Then off to bed
Keeping the I can
In a world of can’t
Can lead the mislead
Push the final pedal down
Until the spring rose is dead
It is important
To believe in what you can’t
That someday you can
Be where you want
The belief
Rather than stricken grief
Must grow
People won’t think twice before
The remind you once more
That you have never done
This before
Heed only to your own calling
Hold yourself up
From falling
Let hope and belief grow
Let it take you were you want to go
Raining on summer plants
Thirst quenching with water
For your soul will grow
Just like a spring plant
When you say you can
In a world of can’t
The city swells with summer anticipation
Participation in a phenomenon
Of chanting out the spring
Rushing in the summer
People begin to emerge late nights
On Manhattan Ave.
Speaking louder than in the cold months
Making new promises
Creating new lives to be lived
All this as the winter and spring
Give
Way to a new season
Of excitement
To relish again
That warm summer air
Forget winter cold
Take off your jacket
Live without a care
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