Walking the High Line (WIP/Fragment)

it was the summer of 13 when a city consumed in a Cronut crazed heat wave amped the tenderloin slicing the underbelly of Hell's Kitchen packing meat for Russian oligarchs pouring fistfuls of petrol rubles down the thirsty gullets of glutinous developers their distended bellies welling with aching avarice from an extended stay at an All You Can Eat zero interest smorgasbord courtesy of Uncle Sam’s Diner somewhere off the West End getting fat on the land reclaimed and rebuilt on the dust and detritus of an expired Great Society Bloomie's metropolis rising on the rubble of razed neighborhoods.... the vertical leaps shooting ever upward the heady windows framing portraits of endless replication offering the amenities of the vain comfort found in ghettos of soulless high rises and the billowing gray perspective of blanched out street cafes brewing $9 lattes and big box boutiques busy busking the latest rage of sweat repelling yoga mats and wearable apps America’s Mayor Giuliani paved the way he arrested all the squeegee men confiscated their Windex dumped it down the sewers and filled all vacancies at Rikers a year after Sandy rolled up the Hudson breaching the banks of West Street licking the streets clean of urban flotsam the surging boom bloomed Bloomie bankrolled a red carpet for his global fraternity of plutocrats unleashing a tsunami of shekels washing away the fading memories of Captain Sully’s cool headed lunch pail heroism proving that 727’s can walk on water was now passe Lou Reed left town the wild side monetized by the belching banality of Urban Hipsters millennial babes in toy land embarked on an endless shopping spree where credit limits never expire and giddy narcissism greased with entitlement orders up room service as the next course in this endless movable feast Music Selection Philip Glass The Hours 9/8/13 NYC jbm

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

james-bradley-mccallum

M / American

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write