New City(Poem)

The party animals
did not
let the night sleep in peace.

The alarm vultures
did not
let the nude light
settle in the pockets of blackness.

There are no
rocking chaired conversations
And newspaper flicked afternoons here.

Evenings are like enemy planes
or a drunkard’s truth
they fly away before you know it.

Boredom is the ailment here
or the freedom
as the cabbie says.

Capitalist cells in the mind
without fail broadcast love
yet
the play is only for a camera.

No good angels
here
my dear
only bad villains
with smoke and jackets.

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