Unique New York

     I am mankind shoving,
God’s id,
An endless murmur.
My six-train soul,
My Spring Street heart,
Skyscraper shoulders freckled with suits,
Stressing and bustling.
Harlem, my voice,
And Soho, my fingers,
Chelsea, my hips
Downtown, my wrinkles.
Smoky-lunged with exhaust breath,
Dressed in Starbucks and cigarettes,
Sunken eyes and neon glow,
Homeless thighs and sharp elbows.