grey matter mush, new york city rush
by Leah Laiben
a coctail of forgotten words
and discarded memories
entangle me in lost emotion
and lack of devotion
in this new world
of mammoth buildings
and gridded streets,
subways and tunnels
and sidewalks and feet.
a crowd-gathering entertainer
juggling bowling pins, balls, life
in the gullet of penn station
looks at me and thinks of masturbation
i grew queasy and went insane
i lost all concept of time,
i missed my train.
i crossed two blocks
to the corner of 5th avenue
and on 34th street,
i waited for my miracle.
i became hysterical.
frenzied wishes for winding roads
and stars at night,
i longed for a homecooked meal,
or a field blanketed white.
miracles and wishes are granted so few,
i suppose the miracle mile on long island
will have to do.
Author's Note: not sure i like this, but needed something to get the ball rolling.
Posted on 02/07/2003
Copyright © 2021 Leah Laiben
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/10/03 at 02:19 AM|
Longing for a 'home' to be and feel one with. We are all lost in the labyrinth of escape routes. Its a bit prosaic. Need some work on this front.
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/12/03 at 11:10 PM|
i saw it all..and have done it all.... down to missing my train on the same Port Washington line that took me away from the mammoth buildings, if only for the night...
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/14/03 at 04:26 PM|
A unique perspective of NYC. Congratulations on POTD.
|Posted by Melina Raven Maness Diebold on 03/17/03 at 05:59 AM|
Nice work! Helped this country-gal get a glimpse of city life. :)
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 06/13/03 at 07:16 PM|
one definitely senses your alienation in this environment.. i like the 'gullet of penn station', very accurate
|Posted by Katerina T Nix on 12/02/06 at 11:36 AM|
Well done on this piece. Some great imagery and I liked the rhythm. Thank you for sharing this piece. -Kat :)