Tuesday, 4 May 2010

New York.

Like an eagle
soaring above high-rises
with muddied lights

this city is
more like
an impression
of an impression
to me
than something

But the longer I stay,
the more the lights
draw me in
and contain me

like a neon child
suckling a lighted breast;
feasting on the milk of metropolis.

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