City Life 4 | JayM
Mesmerising Lights
Chasing a Quicksilver Dream
Lifetimes Passing By
city life poems
Not a Foodie | G. S. Katz
like good food
live in NYC
we’ve got the best restaurants here
short of Paris perhaps
but labeling yourself a “foodie”
is pretentious and pathetic
make sure you don’t go into debt
at those restaurants who laugh at you
when you pay the bill remember
it’s food, not gold
no, not a foodie
look in the mirror
are you really sure
you wanna call yourself that?
Pigeon | Nick
Pigeon on a tube train
Strutting sociably
Eventually doors open
Down in Jubilee.
I bet you wouldn’t fly so quick
Commuters to confound,
If you realized that you were
Ten meters underground.
ATM Life | G. S. Katz
Manhattan
New York City
It’s not a Zen zone
It’s a money machine
ATM life
You gotta make a lot of it
Just to stay average
Yet there is a beauty in that
It’s a flesh on flesh town
Intermingling of the masses
Nobody knows who’s got what
The gardeners work on rooftops
My lawn is never brown
Because there is no grass
Everyone smokes pot though
It wafts into your head space
Skunking every corner
I don’t do drugs
I’m trying to give up drinking
Sugar doesn’t make me sweet
Frozen red seedless grapes save the day
Quiet | G. S. Katz
Holiday weekend
City deserted
Where does everyone go he wonders
Evening calling
Heat falling away
Twilight then dusk
Quiet over the front
No More XO | G. S. Katz
Angst is my undershirt
Tenderness is for chumps
You can have the X
No O though
Suffer in silence
You know I love you
This isn’t grade school though
Do the math
Vacation was benign
NYC brings it home
Noisy, rude and violent
Cluster
Yeah
Salvation on the Q Train | G. S. Katz
The Q changed my life
2nd Avenue Subway opened in January
86th to Times Square in 9 minutes
86th to Union Square switch for the L
12 minutes to Jefferson Street, Brooklyn
Chopped 35 minutes off that trip
No more psychotic buses
Slow as molasses with drivers who forget to open back doors
You have to drive the bus and open the doors
The back door is where you want us to get off
Open it Jar Head
Duh
The Q is religion in this town
It’s secular too
God freaks stay away from the stations
No pamphlet people trying to steal your soul
or your wallet
They know the evil of the Q will get them
They’re afraid the Q might make them Queer
Win Win Boss
Come to NYC
Take the Q everywhere
Don’t give beggars any money
Unless they are missing body parts
Every sob story is bull
The pizza is real here
This has been your urban cowboy
With the scoop