New Yorkers MAG

July 15, 2011
By blackswan42 SILVER, Cortlandt Manor, New York
blackswan42 SILVER, Cortlandt Manor, New York
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Like vultures with talons out
They scramble for the last seat on the subway
The last H&H bagel
The last Marc Jacobs bag at a sample sale

Flying through the streets
On neatly tailored wings
Claws tucked in silk
Hard, sunglassed eyes stalk their prey
Those elusive yellow taxi cabs

Mating calls join the chorus of the streets
Blackberry shouting and kosher deli ordering
Heels up, heels down, clickety-clack
On the gum-strewn pavement.

At sundown comes the stampede
They emerge from steel caves to
Jump on loud grumbling trains
Fold wings down and read the Times on slippery seats
Rush-rush, clickety-clack
The New York vultures burrow into Pottery Barn nests
Handcrafted beds with lavender scented sheets
At dawn, they fly again



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on Jun. 11 2012 at 2:04 am
i_am_so_very_large_and_towering SILVER, Mililani, Hawaii
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Favorite Quote:
"Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?"

that was really great!!!! but geez kinda scary . . . movies always make new york seem big and huge and bright so i like how made it sound really gross and twisted:)

on May. 29 2012 at 3:37 pm
BloglessBlogger GOLD, Somerset, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't let the fear of striking out keep keep you from playing the game."

Somehwat creepy, don't worry it's very good. Remind me not to move to NY


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