The steam that rises from the sewers

 

It’s true what they show in movies about New York. The streets get covered in steam.

I’ve seen it billowing thick and ominous from the manhole lids.

Like an Eliot cat, this miasma bent and twisted against panes of glass,

and scratched itself on the corners of buildings and the bumpers of taxis.

To watch the poltergeists pool from where our waste and drinking water go

was nothing short of horrifying. I could see eyes and moaning mouths

passing me in the street, gliding by me in the human bloodstream

as just another member of that quickened, urban pulse.

 

A phenomenon I hope to never see again.

Reviews

[Dysis]

Amazing. Just amazing. How do you do it? I can try a million times over to try and create such images with the words that flow from mouth to hand to keyboard. And I will never be able to make such images in peoples minds. You are so very talented. I envy your descriptive abilities. Keep up the good work. I love you!

[Rain]

New York..New York..the city of dreams, schemes, and screams. Well written. Rain..
PS..been there, know the feeling