30 July 2010

Hoard

Hoard 7/30

You’re endlessly turning towards Manhattan
constant pirouette            your coat a balloon            Why
are you leaning into the Verizon building
Your face a crimson checkmark            eyes vanishing
under clouds of reflected blue light

These buildings with their Nazi marching
are cramping up and floating            having eaten
too recently to bridge themselves to Brooklyn

But you still turn toward them
away from