NEW YORK HAIKU
twenty two years
since was
in Manhattan
since then been
working ceaselessly
on writing
my New York
haiku
nothing bridge and tunnel
something right
out the island
one
hundred
percent city
figure
a year for each
syllable, a decade
for revision
forgetting about everything
extraneous, in
no way conducive
to the
realization of
the dream
I am chasing
the final
stroke of
my pen
distilling
everything
BITE OF THE APPLE
“I don’t like cities,
but I love New York.”
Madonna
Men have
been blown here
before
wandered
off course,
many
(akin to Odysseus)
into the Aegean
across
the Mediterranean
so much of that culture
alive on these streets
and whilst
(slice
of life) they
while away time whittle
down the hours
Patti Smith is going
full barefoot channeling Rimbaud
someone blowing there too
Christianized Jew
mournful
singing the apocalyptic signs
all along the watchtower
everything with soul
heading for this harbor
cataclysm of Europe
strongest of
land breeze
what is the supreme
text that we have faith
here gets
written
skyscraper high
scrawled on every wall
BITE OF THE APPLE
“I don’t like cities,
but I love New York.”
Madonna
Men have
been blown here
before
wandered
off course,
many
(akin to Odysseus)
into the Aegean
across
the Mediterranean
so much of that culture
alive on these streets
and whilst
(slice
of life) they
while away time whittle
down the hours
Patti Smith is going
full barefoot channeling Rimbauf
someone one there too
Christianized Jew
mournful
singing the apocalyptic signs
all along the watchtower
everything with soul
heading for this harbor
cataclysm of Europe
strongest of
land breeze
what is the supreme
text that we have faith
here gets
written
skyscraper high
scrawled on every wall
poems 2 die for