to the New Yorker

The New Yorker
February 4, 2010

"Yesterday, I met someone,
who gazed upon my every being,
then called me from my trivial pursuits
and decreed in me more real lures.

The Voice,

'Flatfoot shoes do shark the remains
(toothless immigrant tongue)
that befalls from beauty's blue residue.
Of newer York, proud New Yorker's timber yet,
be-tween the azure of the aqueous and
the sky blue zephyrs,
a color union and whole spectrum equate or
this gaudy brilliance do flash, but once,
then brass tacks I salute.
Green bling,
cosmetic orbs,
Machiavelli suit or
diuretic flume expel,
diabetic star, consumed,
Our blessed twins bloom, well!
Metronome pulse 2 7/11 part the veil,
our lighted emblems, token mirror doth mirror,
Heaven's gaze though we feign, fain still,
we in ween do wean life's bipolar medals,
happy yet 'tween the medial noon repose,
light on me, please God on we...
shift 7 measures our Christian hours
12 past the Jesus meridian
Can only ONE have center around none?
such cosmetic orbs as these,
cochlear implants,
venomous puffers inject.
Neglect. Reject. Accept.
Remed-i-al. Neutral-i-zed. Med-i-al rever-i.e.
Bing. Google eye.'D.
Ahh! Peace of mind. Alas my I.
i rIse atop the fecal tongue
to empty chairs and empty tables,
where the Hue goes of black bark on white ink,
midnight oil burned light, bright light,
and hearts and minds of stars and wars,
the Lucas blue magic and Frank Sinatra times,
those valuable and a-Ford-able lines
neatly assembled,
packaged Hepburn perfect and quaint
like the religious break and fast, a fast break,
this Newer York, i rIse.
Executive lofts, aloft a lofty loft fit for many kings,
but nay this.
1 to 1, Arago Meridian being, i be Longinus.
To be, 1 is.
Perpetual vector!
Proud and lowly 1 i be.
Everything, nothing, free.
Kings of kings, nay the checker,
Pon of pons, nay the board.
Free me as one degree winged to 33,
my state of mind and the State I mind.
Born Strong, living Strong, forever Strong.
My Empire State of mind.

I am - New Yorker.'

Yesterday, I met some one,
who gazed upon my every being,
then called me from my trivial pursuits
and decreed in me more real lures."