My City

Simmie Maeshack III.

I see

The “Hustle and Bustle”

of the people,

the bright lights.

I smell

constant smells

some good, 

mostly bad.

As I walk down the block,

I hear

a man drumming to the beat.

I give him a dollar.

Another man

Playing the guitar

cowboy hat,

tie,

speedo,

boots on.

a man interrupts my thoughts;

he is yelling 

the “end of the world is near!”

The sirens.

The car horns.

The traffic sounds pack the air.

A woman is singing

at her shop in Spanish.

I feel

An underground train

under my feet

it can go wherever I want.

I get hungry.

I walk past

the Chinese restaurant,

the Jamaican Beef patty spot,

the Afghani – Kebob truck,

the pizza shop,

the boiled peanut and salted pretzel shop.

I want to taste.

So hungry,

I go to McDonalds’s.

I remember,

All the voices.

All the sounds.

All the smells.

All the tastes.

This experience cannot be touched,

by anything else

in this world.==