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ATM Life - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

ATM Life – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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Manhattan
New York City
It’s not a Zen zone
It’s a money machine
ATM life
You gotta make a lot of it
Just to stay average
Yet there is a beauty in that
It’s a flesh on flesh town
Intermingling of the masses
Nobody knows who’s got what
The gardeners work on rooftops
My lawn is never brown
Because there is no grass
Everyone smokes pot though
It wafts into your head space
Skunking every corner
I don’t do drugs
I’m trying to give up drinking
Sugar doesn’t make me sweet
Frozen red seedless grapes save the day

Salvation on the Q Train - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Salvation on the Q Train – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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The Q changed my life
2nd Avenue Subway opened in January
86th to Times Square in 9 minutes
86th to Union Square switch for the L
12 minutes to Jefferson Street, Brooklyn
Chopped 35 minutes off that trip

No more psychotic buses
Slow as molasses with drivers who forget to open back doors
You have to drive the bus and open the doors
The back door is where you want us to get off
Open it Jar Head
Duh

The Q is religion in this town
It’s secular too
God freaks stay away from the stations
No pamphlet people trying to steal your soul
or your wallet
They know the evil of the Q will get them
They’re afraid the Q might make them Queer
Win Win Boss

Come to NYC
Take the Q everywhere
Don’t give beggars any money
Unless they are missing body parts
Every sob story is bull
The pizza is real here
This has been your urban cowboy
With the scoop

Some Cities Never Belong to Us - A Poem by Sunil Sharma - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Some Cities Never Belong to Us – A Poem by Sunil Sharma

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Some cities never belong to us or
We to them, despite having lived
for decades on those twisted streets.
Like a loveless marriage, you tend to spend time
sans being aware of the changing seasons.
The years leave no marks
and then comes a time to snap the link.
Goodbye.
Another unknown journey begins.
We all are hobos
in search eternal
for a home of our own.
And post-modern vagabonds beneath
our designer suits
only hopping from one place to another.

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Pub Life - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Pub Life – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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Met an old friend last night
Pub up the street
Happy hour
All beers and wine $2.00 off
Pretty good deal
Had a couple of pints
Left Hand Milk Stout
The older crowd comes early
Not to mix
Cheaper spirits and good food
Monday night
Chicken wings 50 cents each
Front windows open
Humid out
AC inside
Moody mix of weather
No match
Vibe good
Laughs with friend
We sit at the bar
He has bangers and mash
I have the chicken club and fries
Gotta do this more often
Get a dark beer buzz
Laugh
Relax
New York City
Monday night
Hanging like the old days
Nothing beats the pub
Slice of life

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