Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
SoHo South of Houston, an ethnic divide that turned into yuppiedom and new hipsters, but not the Beat kind. I miss those snaps, the Nueyorican taps of bullet fast words steppin’ into the streets with wild eyes beats and the howling rage at hypocracy. Now all you find is dead eyed zombied out, but starbucks energized bunnies and freaky fellows, all into themselves as though they knew something more than the chase for money and *** And they say this is the American Dream; follow the greed as humanity burns to pay for these pleasures. SoHo, Village groupies who long ago gave up their tongues and their eyes... Aztec Warrior 8.2.15
0
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
SoHo (POEM 34)
SoHo South of Houston, an ethnic divide that turned into yuppiedom and new hipsters, but not the Beat kind. I miss those snaps, the Nueyorican taps of bullet fast words steppin’ into the streets with wild eyes beats and the howling rage at hypocracy. Now all you find is dead eyed zombied out, but starbucks energized bunnies and freaky fellows, all into themselves as though they knew something more than the chase for money and *** And they say this is the American Dream; follow the greed as humanity burns to pay for these pleasures. SoHo, Village groupies who long ago gave up their tongues and their eyes... Aztec Warrior 8.2.15
WHOA,  a titled poem
aztec-warrior
Written by
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem