GOSSAMER KISSES
(overture to manhattan)
tethered to the enormity of beauty
and fears that coalesce in the hunt for touch
in the coldness of concrete and light that radiates like alpine spires:
New York skyline,
kissed by Red Hook,
alpine,
kinetic:
mesmerizing gossamer of kisses;
landscape of lower Manhattan
from Red Hook
whose empty warehouses hang like aging skin on the neck of Manhattan:
a desolate land of hope
whose guns shoot into Tombstone
into dreamland.
Red Hook from Conover Street
along the back of the projects,
dreamland at the southern tip of the hook
up Van Brunt to the docks
to Carroll Street
where the blood of Crazy Joe's lust still stains the sidewalk.
Your immanence shimmers like gossamer.