City of God

4 train at Grand Central 42nd Street

City of God

Into the breach again

All ties dissolved behind

Ahead a platform, a staircase

A daylight world

Of unformed possibility

A swirl of probability

When I don’t fall I throw myself

I forgo sunglasses, preferring

You see my eyes

What you’ve created

The beauty, the depth

The endless blue

At a certain distance

Blurred by a tear

Of recognition

That I am created

That what I see is only beauty

Stark, effortless

And human

Moving, climbing

Writhing

In the filth, in the sharp

Voices and guarded glances

Sirens, hawkers and

Wide-eyed children

In abject weariness of overload

And the poverty

Of disconnection

In the rubble of

Walls that crumble

Unexpectedly

At the gentlest touch

Of something human

I reach out, creator

At the strangest moments

To test the give in a wall

Dig a little dusty mortar

From between heavy stones

Moisten it with a tear

And build a home

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©2014 Jason Anderson

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Where We Live

From my travels in your dark heart

And every thing I’ve seen within

Among a million memories most clear

Are moments I met your eyes

Lucid wondering

Leering enticing

Bored guarded

Exhausted measuring

Aggravated yearning

Hopeful angry

Wielded alluring

Eager innocent

Lost vengeful

Delusional petrified

Tearful promising

Distant cutting

Wandering shining

Young callous

Rebellious derisive

Abashed urgent

Hungry ancient

Broken exultant

Level gazes and economic appraisals

In a town where up and down

Are the norm, instant fleeting

Entanglements, lives together

Lived in a shiver of a moment

And the shrug of a heartbeat

Lost to the turn of a corner or

The shutting of a subway door

Capricious loves lavished and quenched

Promised eternities foiled by a stray eyelash

A speck of dust in the whirlwind

Or an inverted umbrella

Always another, next more

Behind beyond again forever

Packed together we who watch

Will watch, and witness ourselves

In crescent moments of accident

And sliver heartbeats of insight

And know where we live

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By Jason Anderson