Ode to the city that is capital of my world
Dissaffected blank faces seemingly staring at you as you pass them by with your rebeliously stoned expression. Some dude in a suit talking loudly on his cellphone. A woman with fake hair in a baby phat jumpsuit. Bunches of beautiful blonde rich schoolchildren frolicking in the Central Park playground on the east side next to the MFA. A desolate bum rotting away under the overpass of a highway somewhere in Queens. A guy named George from Staten Island sells some 15-yr old kids 10 doses of Dancing Dragon LSD. A 90yr old Korean lady with bundles of orange plastic bags slowly descending the steps of the Canal St. stop. A bunch of yuppies in cowboy boots and shaggy hair swagger down Bedford Ave. A squatter is passed out on the grass in Tompkins. A lady with the longest eye lashes and the fakest tan walks down 5th ave with her tiny pomeranian. A boy with an afro and big headphones is seen on Delancey street. The doorman named Henry opens the door of some fancy apartments midtown. The streetkids in Strawberry feilds are smoking joints and drinking beer. Cassandra is smiling wide as she flies high on the swings in East River Park. Nygil, the rastafarian elevator man at Brooklyn Technical High School presses floor number 9. Dana Beal rubs his chin and makes a phonecall. The paint canister drummer on the L line does a sick roll and then a rapid breakbeat. A silver haired yoga teacher sips on a yerba mate in park slope. A bunch of racoons are scuttling about. I'm on the China Bus heading over the Williamsburgh bridge admiring the complex complement that the manhattan skyline (in all its "ive got my back to the sun" glory) has between the various hues of sunset: orange, pink, blue, aqua, purple...
I ♥ you NY.
I ♥ you NY.