Good Addictions

Great musicians a dime a dozen
In the subway station
In union square
In every park
Geniunely enjoying
Dance
Attractive skirts what legs, youth walking the streets
Style, floating
What you?
Observant

Manhattan is like a beautiful woman that you cannot have
Or you can have but you have to try hard
So he learns how to dance
He perfects his dance
All the girls watch him as he moves to the rhythm
Goes down, twists, freezes just to that syncopated staccato beat
Then collapses to the ground, as if sudden death, but not exactly
Too fast to grasp
Almost theatrical but very .. contemporary, of the current time, modernity,
Ok basically he captured the moment, he was the moment
One tall girl in a tank top tilted her exposed shoulder,
Turned and at once was down to the rhythym,
At first as if of her own accord,
But became obvious she wanted to be part of his moves
All the girls wanted him
But in the end
All he did
Was get into his dance

It is misty and gray this morning with remnants of water droplets The air carries a well felt flavor of that sweet sadness
Sort of a reminder of younger days in some boarding school in England
The buildings are grey as well with darker patches on wet roof tops
There is a violently heavy silence from where I stand by the sixteenth floor hotel room window
As if something is about to happen
Alas the smell of coffee breaks the impasse

Emptiness- hollowness, echoes,
Scattered thoughts with no beginning or end
A room with no corners
Walls closing in
He extends his arms out
To keep the walls and the room from collapsing on him

His very bare being
Which he is often disgusted by
But which he holds as his inalienable right
scrambles for survival
Though he didn’t choose his existence…

He wants to sit in the corner scream until
The bones of his lungs break out of his chest and skin

Then suddenly he realizes its Monday morning
And he has to get ready to go to work

Dressed up and made to look like everyone else and conform
He rushes out the door to the metro to another train station to some train
Watching all the numb faces of the city dwellers
Each busy about something
Occupied about what appears to be an important chore

No one wants to make eye contact
Except some little kids who are yet to be indoctrinated into the system
Eyes cross occasionally out of a still enduring and endearing human quality – That of curiosity…

He is lost in thought and wonders again until suddenly he is awakened from his day dream –it’s his stop to get off. Now rushing again from train station to office, together with all these able and “productive” citizens. Each on a mission to change the world,
or rather, sit behind a desk and computer and work on some issue that has come up, work as a team, be flexible, be innovative, add value, think global but act local- basically all the bullshit phrases that have been interjected into each of the consultant’s minds and repeated in different forms, and which have become the local joke on any fine day.