O New York!

ghosts of America roam land of fast food joints defined by movement herds of taxi cabs apartments too expensive to rent trained hands typing digital lives commotion rust-shriek & blur of subway trains O New York!       until my legs detect a din i walk (signs call me back) shoes snivel   eyes a pocket wrinkled youth palsied elephantine ankles   cross-eyed ditty a tic in the face is a chronicle of past grievings a cancerous cell love uncaved i write into this handbook of daytime things   tantrums   & baby paraphernalia claiming words which gather time answering life   i sit & stare into cracks     stars of fate i visit you across the sea of disease between us let us be stricken with poems