East Village Stroll November 4, 2022
The sad crazy lady with the platform shoes and afterimage of beauty shouting gibberish into the air looks like she would have been at have been at one time a passable prostitute
The couple sitting on the steps of the school
The streets stretching out into infinity but not really, traffic lights lined up until they become tiny dots like soldiers in formation
The gaggle of guys in identical charcoal gray suits walking down the street when all the bars are starting to close
The unusually quiet Thursday night because Halloween was on Monday and everyone is still recovering
The police cars parked on the street to deter violence seem to be working for now
, The loud voices of the drunken people, the coughing of the smoking man with the marijuana being "very strong
The drum beat machine on every corner
The dour Middle Eastern man smoking his 9 billionth cigarette from inside of a beat up van, arm out the window looking
The football game and the sports bar with the DJ and the dance floor
The dangerous world with its grim realities
The reveling in the streets
The bellows of profanity from the drunken giant gym dudes
The girls dressed up in all different ways
The indescribable cutting edge of fashion and style
The amplified folks whose gender is hard to pinpoint confuses the conventional mind
The affable old buddies wearing stylish hats and hugging each other
The unmaskable scent of the fall air against the smells of the city
The madness which is everywhere and nowhere at all
The inexplicable movements of senior citizens in the dead of the night with their shopping carts squeaking down the sidewalk
The ripped up street waiting for a new skin
The garbage bags piled up by the side of the road waiting to be collected
The man who tried to pick me up by asking me if I had a light for his cigarette
The half a dozen people I've known for 15 or 20 years from walking around the city in wheelchairs asking for a dollar And do they recognize me?
The behemoth construction machines working at 2 AM to reskin the countless tiny streets of Manhattan
The broken chunks of asphalt strewn onto the sidewalk
The people who learned not to have a voice
The people who think they are free but they don't know who they are not
The billions clamoring to have likes, followers and to go viral
The people with viruses who will never recover
The messages written all over everything
The shitty art that everyone has a right to make
The rat who doesn't seem scared of me at all
The children who don't know what to make of anything
The world which seems closer to the dark ages than anything else
The technology that we don't deserve and often misuse
The love that holds humanity together even when the hate and indifference seems more powerful
Wondering if that person that you knew has blown their brains out overdosed slit their wrists or hung themselves yet
Having the determination and curiosity to see where it goes
Sharpening the sword of hope on the whetstone of despair
The unhomed people who live in Tompkins Square Park
The giant sacred Hare Krishna tree with its benches uncharacteristically empty as contrasted with the thick summer nights and the crowds of tattooed pierced kids with plumes of vape
The brain stems connected directly to the larynxes
The hearts disconnected from the brains
That one full bar with just the right number of people and a sentimental crowd playing pool and listening to old songs is like a cottage with a hearth in the middle of Winter's coldest night
The cobblestones of humanity held together by pure magical spells of binding, or psychological networks of brain
About this poem
This is a documentary and reflective piece based on a walk through New York City's East Village.
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Written on November 04, 2022
Submitted by Granthbrenner on November 04, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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