Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Manhattan Sonnet - Us New Yorkers


We reminisce about the good old days.
   We drop the F bomb like it’s punctuation.
We talk through concerts, movies, church and plays.
   We act like God owes us a coronation.
What Used To Be Here is our favorite game.
   The fucking subway is our favorite beef.
We act so blasé when we drop a name.
   Stylish despair is our default motif.
We’re starving for good places we can eat.
   Create a Get Real app, and we’ll install it.
The moment that our sneakers hit the street
   Twenty-five bucks vanishes from our wallet.
     Don’t ask me why, but Thursday is our Friday—
     And our song’s not “New York, New York,” but “My Way.”


Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

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