Message on a Bronx underpass (I like to think it applies to my poetry as well)
The surge of adrenaline running down your spine as the skyscrapers run up to the sky
To quote the first lines of A Tale of Two Cities would be a disservice and seem somehow an understatement
Being packed elbow to chin in a subway car
Walking down the street and knowing no one at all
and knowing no one you see will ever see you again
The thrill of spotting a friend amidst the sea of anonymous faces
The adventure down every subway line
Ideas, provocation, art in a cacophony which somehow evolves into a symphony
Force- of speech, opinion, machinery, manpower, of spirit
The warm rooftop nights
and
the blustery early mornings
The questionable hygiene of not only the subway pole but also your subway neighbor
New York is growing up
The chaos, the turbulence, the hope, the anticipation of what's to come
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