Friday, 3 August 2012

midnight in manhattan

the rush, the roar
the space, the time
the jolt, the fire...
half stolen lines.

the heat, the sweat
the buzz, the lights
the storms, the rain...
manhattan nights.

the draw, the pull
the lift, the weight
the steel, the awe...
night fire escapes

the drunks, the drugs
the poor, the dead
the dreams, the dust...
all that's left.

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