puppets very bold

sidewalk city flesh
tattooed by footsteps, rain
and spat out gum,
the night seemed so small
it could be contained in a can,
as walking
with hands held as consideration
more than love,
beneath our feet
the city, this beast
harbored many grudges
that seeded into nature
love affairs
side alley muggings
and falling down drunk,
when we found a moment
of thought connecting,
we spoke,
our arrangement was one
created from physical neglect
and no love or lingering passion
would occur,
yet we parted with difficulty
returning to the oblique swathe
of our normal lives,
brought a fear
neither of us could confront
yet truth would not let us
concede to the other

new york at night – vivienne gucwa

 

 

Joseph Ceravolo – Street Wise Romantic

The streets are empty and still,
between the red time,
then start again.
Trucks bouncing by,
cars to work, work.
The farms are disappearing as I noticed
years ago along this old route.
Now the farms lie beneath
hotels, office complexes whose beauty
is beyond the senses
in some economic realm fortified
by the delusions of power and inequity.
But the farms are lying beneath
and large poisonous plants
fusing the electrical circuits beneath.
No there’s no death to evil,
it rises again, now in war, now in bucks
now in land, now in power,
it rises up forever until the end,
when the light may intercede and remain.
Seek refuge from the fantasy
into one other fantasy.
We see violence done on subways on streets
but we don’t see violence done
in a new class system or economic twist.
Does it murder just as well?
Nothing can be done.
It will go on and on
until the intercessions of the sun.
Everything else has failed, and will,
but the innocence of youth
and the momentum of dawn.

 

 

Morning Blend

sun slits days first sky,

morning sweet as unbitten candy,

sidewalk warm with evaporating

stains of rain,

moving to the car in the lot

metal warm contours

windows open,

radio interrupted silence

news bisects my mind

shootings, loss, agony, fire

emotive stackup for the day,

early congestion everywhere

car noses prominent

pushed as bows on blacktop,

juddering in lines

with nominal spurts of speed,

instead of frustration

my breath became clear

so i would not fog the windows,

would she be waking

what first thoughts,

it did not matter

cellphone switched off

work would not be expecting

me either,

elements of freedom began to encroach,

if only the traffic moved faster

human tide most offensive,

we live under burden and pressure

uniting physical and metaphysical,

other faces stared ahead

bluetooth headsets flickering

nobody smiled

grey faced stream,

gazing from one car to another

inhaling fumes through a/c

how desperate it seemed,

even music could not alter this

monotonous mass,

i was part of this

humanity as a whole,

to depart from all this

would i become a monster.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/08/17/weekly-photo-challenge-merge/#respond working on a theme of MERGE