cyber_faust

here is a fragment of a work in progress, and I do emphasize in progress

down lagurdia across houston into soho
and the neighborhood changes- do you feel it
the buildings, their purpose, the style of the
windowpanes
smaller perfect square blocks, rectangles of the
faade
a cobblestone palimpset under macadam

cab ride up east houston into the lower east side

a city shouldnt be just corporate cut glass rectangle slathered against each other linked paper cutouts or shoeboxes stacked atop one another

the buildings down here jut against each other
and cut a jagged sky
atop on sooty stilts, the grime a narrative
a history in water-towers
the wooden legs black and worn
the metal tin a time rusted past
faded but witness that the city was here
a rooftop city, a storied city
drunken smokes and women hair rolls
on cement window ledges or stair stoops
trumpet on rooftop corner or burning poet eye
these old water-towers cast shadows these shadows down on us the last guardians of the city against the corporate glass which reflects the city back against it self the city, the city cannot enter them the way is blocked heuristically sealed by reflections in is kept out

unlike these worn bricks of les
old synapses of the past city mind
dendrites rising out of the street
plugged into the citys nebulic cortex
the bricks are rift with openings
people stream in and out of them
receptors of the citys breath
transmitters
pouring out
onto the city streets walking
past you can see inside

to be civic is to be public
viewed, open, readable
and reading in return
walking