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Phoenixes of Manhattan
Contributed by
matlock
on
Saturday, 19th October 2002 @ 06:15:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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The concrete laps
onto my Kenneth Coles,
Icy, biting water,
as I pose with the others,
merely a variable in a
vicious function:
mannequins, denying empathy.
We have discovered that as amoeba,
we are free.
Yellow taxies surge as tuna
driving for the womb, as
we clatter like plastic cups
in a tin box.
While the subway penetrates the tunnel,
momentarily we are primal.
Into a song of night:
the tribal drums and yellow star ahead.
(I can see the doctor's fingers searching
in the African sky)
Reborn, we are the phoenixes of Manhattan.
One boy speaks "Did you feel that?"
And we begin to disrobe,
leaving our skins like
gum wrappers on a curb.
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matlock
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2002-10-19 06:15:00]
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Re: Phoenixes of Manhattan
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by PlayItForward on
Wednesday, 30th October 2002 @ 11:11:49 AM AEST
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nice metaphores. Its deep.
sounds like a latenight beatnick rhyme.
but you deserve a couple snaps *snap *snap *snap |
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