Short takes on a strange place - Part 1

It occurred to me that my previous post was written in a hasty fit of rage and aggression. Now, those feelings are certainly still in me (for as long as I'm in NYC, at least), but I'm going to try and take that negative energy and attempt to channel it into something a bit more constructive. I want to go back to the early days of my zinemaking stint, my Alstroemeria days.

I almost considered re-naming this blog Alstroemeria, just to keep the name alive and thriving. But, I think Morninghater befits this blog, and I've been doing this for a couple of years now anyway. So I'll just keep the same name, but I want to make it feel like an issue of Alstroemeria. Perhaps this, in a backwards therapeutic kinda way, will keep me alive a little longer.
Here we go:

Short takes on a strange place - Part 1

--Turnstile blues--

hip hop kid

trouble at the turnstile

looks around

feigns interest

struts away

--Clinky beach--

a million shards glistening

weak ochre waves lapping on a brown shore

creates a shimmering sound

remnants of a 2:00 am gathering

some saturday night

--East of nowhere in particular--

whiny accents

against impervious backdrop

steel, iron, concrete, mortar, glass

why do they speak this way?

--Almost around the block--

steaming carts in 90 degree weather

breezes of sizzling meat in every direction

sweaty men slaving over hot grills

the people line up, almost around the block

it's lunchtime in the concrete jungle

walking by, noticing the cook

he winces, tired of the heat, sick of the people

drops of sweat rain down into the meat

nobody cares

the people line up, almost around the block

--Pulled away--

everyone wants to be noticed

and I thought L.A. was bad

here they are outlandish

trying so hard

what will they accomplish?

too many has beens, done it all before

nothing stands out

nothing is original

yet they come in droves

leaving no marks

sad, wretched lives pulled away

away from where they should have stayed

--Blackberry bitch--

she had a Blackberry

technology gone too far

strapped to her side

like a leash

she was controlled from afar

some unseen entity

probably thought it was going to be cool

cool to have this "new thing"

it made her seem important, needed

until the day came for a break

she could not disengage

the Blackberry was now part of her

she wanders her limited world

no escape from the constant buzzing

of her new friend

--Voice in park--

ohhhhhhhh!

ahhhhhhhh!!

moooaannn! groooannnn!

blahhrgggahhhAHHHH!!!

--Poor dogs--

these poor dogs

my canine friends

I see them on the streets

I know they wish to be someplace else

a nice open field, running

but, alas, their owners have issues

they need the company

a million friends is not enough

paws on the surface of harsh ground

I can see their shiny eyes

normally beguiling, full of life

becoming duller

with each passing day

--Subway disconnect--

hard, plastic, orange colored seat

keep slipping down

my bony ass is not made for this

try to ignore, but can't help

keep noticing the sunken expressions

of fellow riders

if I slid all the way and layed upon the crusty floor

not one eye would bat

their minds have all been taken

stolen by this city which they love so much

--I love you, I hate you--

I'll end here, in a bi-polar fit