My Way_ Speeches and Poems - Charles Bernstein

Generations to a Sunday that holds
Exterior. 'Peninsula
Of the subway and painfully
Re-arrange itself, assert
Grand Central's hollow masonry, veined
Eyes. The patent
Of each other's backs and shoulders
Planned, the city trees
Proud to have learned survival
Effortless, the soft lips
Nuzzle and the alien soft teeth
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Glassed
Echo like history
One by one proceeding
Rectangular buildings
Growing at its edges! It is a place its women
Early. That was earlier.
Out of scale
Picturing the concrete walls.
Plunge and drip in the seas, carpenter,
Enduring
New in its oil
Good bye Momma,
Each day, the little grain
Of all our fathers
Ring electronically the New Year
Grows, grass
Enterprise.
On the sloping bank-I cannot know
Pours and pours past Albany
Perhaps the world
Even here is its noise seething
Now as always Crusoe
Gave way to the JetStream
Entity
Of substance
Rectangular buildings
Generation
Exposes the new day,