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Turning onto Rodney

May 22, 2009

Rodney Street looks brightly lurid
as I turn north onto it from Broadway
at 1am. Not that Broadway,
which I was on earlier, slowing through
the crush of crowds after seeing Waiting
for Godot, the Shrek crowds, Times
Square tourists; but rather the busted Broadway
under the JMZ trains, screeching overhead.
Trash flattened, pancaked into pavement,
an overgrown lot above the B.Q.E.,
which, passing, I thought I could set up a tent in.
The traffic lights staggered down Rodney
bathe the asphalt in reds and greens,
the streetlights’ sodium-lamp yellow
and all of the things I will never do.

One Comment leave one →
  1. scram. permalink
    May 23, 2009 5:52 pm

    Radical, and very Rilke, what with the psychic leap and all.

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