asked by exial
Shallow stares, browsing for wild promise
Girls with empty eyes sway up and to the side
Crisp air, futile ice on stale water
Hair shiny, Lips plump, Eyes lost
Sad kids, blocked and moving
Rapid staircase pace, don’t look
for more than two seconds.
Head tilted down, waiting. Should I?
Hungry maniacs we all are
walking among shimmering metal
and melting trash. Opal light on the oily
sidewalk splattered by the hungry rush.
Bullet speed, Time, the most precious rock
on 47th street. Killing on mind, pretend to know.
Commercial obsession, the green contagion.
Dreams given and killed by the same hands.
Blood dancing to the music of the fast walk.
Celebrated isolation among countless of empty, hungry,
lonely bodies, staring inward.
The eternal paradox immortalized by the changing City.
Busy screams ignored, talent missed in all corners.
Overflowing urges, exploding from within but never apparent
to the stranger walking by you.
The fading saxophone, the rotten smell, the jaded mind.
For a minute, the skin wakes up with the kiss of the smog.
The homeless screams touch you and stop you.
Your urging stare looks out for the first time. More than
two seconds. She looks at you. Welcome you finally are.