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Global Villager
by Julie AdamsVillager, I am
native, before
I ever saw St. Marks
mod was the way, life
in the UK, my life
then, back when
punk = rebel
and funk kicked around downtown
London, that is
and sex sold
everything
city life breeds
a curious bunch
munching on the culture
like fat vultures, we feed on
galleries like Harvey Probber
open mic at the Nuyorican
cafe on Avenue A will have you
swaying through the day
short-film festival
arresting us for a few,
tempting minutes
like the Hookah spot,
aromas lure you in, smoke
belly-dancing with mint tea and Baklava,
exhale fruity clouds
into Bohemian conversations,
incantations of beat poets
chiseling my ribs
like hieroglyphs
internal digestion of
a living-free mentality
spreads through me
and across my vintage T--
Betty Page wielding her beauty,
while I'm loving being me
in the village, NYC
10/19/2003 Author's Note: ...editing, editing...
Posted on 10/19/2003
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 10/21/03 at 10:02 AM a magical tour, thank you for the ride |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/23/03 at 04:20 PM Love this Jewels. Has a wonderful Beat feel to it, thanks to the atmosphere you create with your words. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/23/03 at 04:28 PM You summed up the culture of living nicely in the last line-'while I'm loving being me
in the village, NYC' as against 'city life breeds
a curious bunch
munching on the culture
like vultures, we feed on
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| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 10/23/03 at 10:06 PM You write the city perfectly! |
| Posted by Bob Arcania on 11/09/03 at 11:58 PM I like this, but it seems like the flow of the first few stanzas differs from the flow of the end. The beginning flow is a bit too choppy, and isn't nice to read. Otherwise, it looks good. |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 01/03/04 at 11:01 PM Wow. I eerily feel like you were there with me that time when I made the same pilgrimage :]. Loved the read. |
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