towards poetic ends
Manhattan Nights
Forward forth!
Into the land of
Glistening
Polished
Reflective glass
Across the river Hudson.
Where tall lavish structures
Cut through the night sky
Like lit up electric daggers.
Razor sharp and witty —
Like small talk kept
With an old familiar friend.
Or like cunning banter
Between you and your
Favorite nemesis.
O how loudly the night beckons us!
As if to demand
Our proclivity to perversions
At this gathering of cackling witches.
Dancing around together — naked —
Within the muted neon colors
Inside this steamy sensual city of Manhattan.
O how we exhaust the stars
With our persistence of persuasion!
Until they give in
And let the dawn rise up
From the cracked horizon.
As we observe all of the
Dimly lit faces on
Chiseled stone statue frames —
Swaying like willow trees
Wet with humidity.
O to feel the gaze of hungry eyes —
That wish to ingest
This youthful innocence!
Having undivided attention
From these wounded war veterans
Reliving their glory days of their most successful missions.
All within the perimeters,
Consisting of these fickle five boroughs.
Until our suburban sensibilities
Bring us safely back home.
Matty Kopf 