NYC days, weeks, months, and years.

November 22, 2018

Aggressive.

Starting before dawn with a soulcycle workout;

Ending well into dusk: alcoholic blackout.

 

Blissful.

Coffee-aroused, strutting down Mercer and Green;

Rosé-buzzed, limping from the bars in Brooklyn.

 

Candid.

About the one too many guys you are dating all at once,

But also the anxiety of non-existing romance.

 

Dedicated.

Bonding with all folks around you became a sacred purpose,

Missing that this many ties can only form on the surface.

 

Energetic.

Ice cream, drinks, good vibes - wired during day;

More drinks, greater vibes - keep sleep out of bay.

 

Free.

Feelings of freedom reminiscent of staring into ridge,

Whenever lost in Grand Central, or driving across the bridge.

 

Grand.

Skyscrapers eating on the sky;

Wall street’s endless money supply.

 

Humane.

Strangers connecting on deeper levels

For they’re all Big City’s crazy dwellers.

 

Intimate.

Pairing wine with late night bites,

A first kiss under dim lights.

 

Jaunty.

Bands singing on the F train to Queens;

Fleet week celebrating the marines.

 

Keen.

So much to do, even more to see,

Always places where you need to be.

 

Loving.

By a place that makes each feel desired,

You’re no less than intensely inspired.

 

Manic.

While yellow cabs are hectically honking,

The rest of folks are calmly J walking.

 

New.

Any trendy place that you would recommend?

Actually a couple opened last weekend.

 

Omnipresent.

Wherever you go, whomever you see,

Got them one-off feels of New York City.

 

Provoking.

Easily disturbed by what’s mainstream;

Seeing indifference for the extreme.

 

Quaking.

Literally, as the subway passes beneath,

Or when beneath you are, feeling you can’t breathe.

 

Restless.

Street agitation that unfolds in slowmo;

Silence at home, during the fight with FOMO.

 

Sensory.

Seeing asymmetry, you hear discord,

You taste what is new, yet it smells like it’s old.

 

Trippy.

Seen nothing like it – you think that you’re dreaming.

It’s real. Pinch yourself and you will be screaming.

 

Uncertain.

Erratic conditions leave you perplexed;

Forever wondering what to do next.

 

Validating.

Success in this culture is the ultimate probe

Into your capacity to take on the globe!

 

Wanderlust-y.

Itchy feet chase marveling thoughts;

Constant need to connect the dots.

 

Xenial.

Every soul that puts down roots

Shall be met with warm salutes.

 

Youthful.

See through the late-night Manhattan spree,

Sense how forever young you will be.

 

Zesty.

I thank my dearest city for its palette full of flavor,

I thank it for the invigorating life I got to savor.

 

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