**poem about new york**

Metallic subway trains
Pump lives
into city veins

Pulsating and cultivating
Newfound culture
In the underground

It's a new birth
Procreating a possibility
Beyond the payroll

I See Them All

Hungry eyes
and
Restless minds
Shutting down
on
Metrolines

Systems Standby

Subway rails
Wail in a clumsy meter
like tone-deaf siryns
yearning for attention

She will not be ignored

This concrete jungle is nothing more
Than a
Venus flytrap fantasy
Her glamour sucks you in
But spits you out
Just as quickly as you came

You Are Just Another Number
to her

The Big Apple
is a circus indeed
There is no safety net
No guarantee
Only the strong survive

So be weary of her cracks and weeds
She can be misleading
Just watch your step
and
Stand clear of the closing doors