Big Apple Bites

This wasn't a party
I was invited to.  Not a city
I could safely wander through
without feeling
estranged.

The forth cabbie I tried,
the first I could understand,
picked me up from the dark
corner of 54th
and forever.

Each street we passed
was less recognizable
than the last.  Once we arrived
I took a small sigh of relief
in seeing the only one I knew.

Climbing the tall steps
of what used to be an old warehouse,
I wondered if my greed would
partner with hers.

It wouldn't.

The rooftop was just as I
imagined it.  Fake
and full
of nothing.

I tripped on swimming pools
filled with Tecate's; on kids
ten years younger than I -
doubtless, fearless
and ignorant.

When I found her
she was still one of them -
unwilling to see
or not wanting to.
She seemed happy.

As I stood before her,
completely vulnerable and hopeless,
I had to laugh again
at my stubbornness.

Fireworks exploded
into the sky,
illuminating the lake water
and buildings behind.

The skyscrapers unlit
and seemingly content with
being separated from
                                           the spotlight
mirrored my solemn stance
of silence and solitude.

Reviews

[Water_the_Sun]

i LOVEEEEEEEE THIS POEM!!!

The imagery makes my brain dance with happiness and excitement:P

Its got a sad but smug tone to it. Kind of aloof and wise. It makes me think of an owl that, just for a moment, gets caught in that fading hour of daylight, stunned for just a while as night finally falls back into place.

It flows well, also, kind of trips off the tongue. Its awkward but smooth, if that makes sense? Like, awkward inside but smooth and flawless outside, like a duck on the water:P

I like:D a LOT:P