 29 Oct 2005 @ 06:04
I've been suddenly struck with intense New York City longing. It happens now and then.
I suddenly smell a concrete Sunday morning, or visualize a Coney Island moment and tears of longing just well up inside.
You, who now live in a new location, possibly under a new name, do you suddenly find yourself the passive victim of interminable nostalgia for the Old Country?
And what do you do to deal?
Please let me know. I don't wanna say I don't love this new place I call home, but all the same, there's a huge vein of deja vu soul patiently stuck in a place I can't get to.
Does this happen to you? And what do you do?
sample of me trying to cope:
Puffin ions at the Fairground
New York tears
puffin ions at the fairground
skyscrapin memories
so close, so utterly distant
touch the smells of bagel steam
chestnut impressions of walk stop walk
how much for a lazy extra moment?
no time no time
sidewalk pushes me past my address
seatbelted, glued to a timeline
electric trivia sparks from behind
how much for a slower passage?
on the splendid dinosaur
polished and painted bright
seizing the brandished diatribe
how much for a cheap seat on the aisle?
oct 29/05
judih
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