On my way to NYC in a few minutes to see some of the most beautiful people in the world! Not much time to get fancy today, so here is a poem I love by a native New Yorker. The images are all scrounged from a Bing search for the poet’s name.
A nice write up and an excellent Villanelle can be found here.
One Is One
Heart, you bully, you punk, I’m wrecked, I’m shocked
stiff. You? you still try to rule the world–though
I’ve got you: identified, starving, locked
in a cage you will not leave alive, no
matter how you hate it, pound its walls,
& thrill its corridors with messages.
Brute. Spy. I trusted you. Now you reel & brawl
in your cell but I’m deaf to your rages,
your greed to go solo, your eloquent
threats of worse things you (knowing me) could do.
You scare me, bragging you’re a double agent
since jailers are prisoners’ prisoners too.
Think! Reform! Make us one. Join the rest of us,
and joy may come, and make its test of us.