New City

Caramel flavor, sour apple watches, delicate velvet and ample smiles, a malfunctioning electronic cartridge, gentle blinking headlights, a cranberry-lemon colored taxi cab and the black stealing, the poor begging and the hungry, intoxicated; an ancient Arab breaking the back of a Tiger-cat with a broom-stick, the molasses colored man slumps horribly, shot by a juvenile sniper, the centric legionary's keeping order, the Pachyderm elephants crushing a vendors' kiosk, the sensitive particles and circuit boards splinter like shards of small shoulder blades.

I feel the New York metropolis of smooth, wet pavement, the cold droplets and infected plague stations, the raving alchemists, the makeshift morgue's and oily burnt remnants of a stark communist banner. The budding linen factories for the malnourished bodies, the white coat labs and synthetic air, the breathing masks and paramedic-goggles, the tarred, slick, typhoon-withstanding bio-suits and infirmary of plastic rosary beads, the splotchy red viral strains and pandemic fish tanks and canisters of hazardous waste, scented florid chemicals and legions of sunlight coral, sea-salt and sweet cinnamon, aged brine and packets of blood for fusion.

Silver scope-sighting, recrudescent crosses and hurried paratrooper Nuns, the roof and pitter-patter of nylon parachutes, the canary-yellow blood spattered doctors and apothecary assistant doves, the balloon animal pocked-faced nurses carrying human-sticks to burn, the eruption of incinerator doors, the colorless hallway and vacant limb-carts, the basement furnace and brackish barrels of unused lye.

Inside the corrosive veins and lacquering countenance, bludgeoned arteries and raw optical nerves, examining the sheared stomach and terrible, malcontent offal, the devoid eyes stare into the empty illusion of a fluorescent heaven. The broken teeth, glass jars, the syrupy emerald scalpel and subsequent spider-balm, absorbent pine-sol and stale bleach, the mouth agape, shaking and convulsing wax-skeletons.

The vexed puddles dissolving, sand bags and sawdust-clerks and call centers and nuclear bile in the caustic street, the silent traffic of belly-up cargo planes, the U-shaped drains and hydraulic valves, the leaking ceiling faucets and fractured spring-globe, the drowsy mechanical sky and migraine of light showers, the stoic, starving horrors among the dead and dying sewer flowers. Unhappy brown lepers perched atop cardboard and tobacco cathedrals, a niggardly Priest scorching a stolen spoon, the hum of Hindu charms in a painted window, the magical lucid veils and lurid vapors, a nearly nude ebony whale, belligerent and bickering madly over the dim-light of a pristine Persian oil lamp, inside an unknown apartment a tarnished mildew mop and mahogany lion, a silica-gel floor rug, the quiet blinds and sharp poetic contrast and cash register almost full, a secret shop of manufactured pharmaceuticals and free stickers.

Below an escaped inmate on a corner stoop harvesting the rubbish and garbage heaps, the copper coins and strands of silken hair, the iron charcoal colored rails and steps to the narcotics parlor. Perfume reset buttons for the vents, the severe mustache of a tiny wrinkled olive shaped merchant, the Egyptian automatic rifle and a feudal Japanese sword in a locked display case, the strange Haitian icons and Baroque shelves of dusty manure, European deodorant, the surgically opened capsules on the counter, the buttocks injections and boxes of pensive pencils, the camel picture adjacent a storm cloud photograph reprint, the filtered box-fan rattles like an old carnival of Chevrolet's, distant orange fumes of hybrid-gasoline and dry malt liquor, tin cans of corn whiskey and illegal Mexican-rum, the scowl of the fat wife and her pursed blue lips, her elegant elongated eyelashes of India, the neatly intertwined coil of exotic bracelets and the repulsive cyclops staggers and stumbles like an invalid, inebriated punch-drunk boxer, the grinning idiot son washing the floor, drooling pink tongue protruding, a parrot in an apoplectic rage dances on a free television, the cord frayed and entrails exposed, the beautiful Predator drones and Reaper smoke, the charred cinders of a Toyota Hilux, the explosive violence outside and thick marrow of a suicidal crimson puddle.

I hear the blaring siren's, the faux terrorists and fucked orchestra of immigrated felons, the failing power-lines, the barely functioning power grid and newly proposed daily tax legislation, bar-codes and artificial currency, the apocalyptic Punjabi pundit prophesying to his plaudits, the petite pleasure workers and the madness culprit, the plot and plodding of the howling ambulances, ambulant avenue's and stray bus terminals, the terse train tubes and the tarmac of terminally ill short skirts masquerading and posing as tethered pendulum's among the traumatic powdery chalk outlines of tall mannequin's, the corrupt politician cyborgs and unbroken robotic frequency of scrubbed static, the systematic valley of Kings, the propaganda skull posters, the slow scrape of a busted wall-clock, the bleary rain pelting a metal shack full of antique porcelain dolls.