To New York

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To New York

Poem by: Mike Florio

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Genre: Poetry

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I was born and raised in New York and, since moving Pennsylvania, I am starting to realize the downside to having been raised in such a city, especially in looking at my home friends since leaving in comparison to the people I know here. Further, in trying to get a novel published recently, someone working for the publishing company was discussing biographical details with me, and was surprised to hear that I, a single, unemployed, 22 year old, moved out of New York for a new life in Pennsylvania. Anyway, I hope you get the "Duck" reference, enjoy.

Summary

I was born and raised in New York and, since moving Pennsylvania, I am starting to realize the downside to having been raised in such a city, especially in looking at my home friends since leaving in comparison to the people I know here. Further, in trying to get a novel published recently, someone working for the publishing company was discussing biographical details with me, and was surprised to hear that I, a single, unemployed, 22 year old, moved out of New York for a new life in Pennsylvania. Anyway, I hope you get the "Duck" reference, enjoy.

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Submitted: September 21, 2010

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Submitted: September 21, 2010

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I'm sorry but I could never love you now.

After I have seen your true colors and all

Your wrath which others mark up as your glory.

They spew that they are stronger, able to

Take the scrutiny you expose upon

Your residents like some disastrous plague.

But it is no real pleasure to survive

The disease if you're still subject to the symptoms.

And this is why I have moved away.


I walk amidst the streets of Manhattan

Past a quarry of ducks you call your own,

Bussiness men, ducks in suits, quacking away,

With profanity and judgement of their

Peers, they sure are superior, they think.

And in a dive on 53rd street, I

Vanish into insignificance as one

Duck flies in for his feeding, alcohol,

In a dress shirt by Ed Hardy and shoes

By Louis Vitton, a walking rap song.

To me, he is comical in his skin.


But now that I am gone I see you

In the faces of the others out here.

They long to be amongst the ducks

Soaring through what they consider endless skies,

And I don't have the courage to say its

All a lie! For your ducks cannot fly high,

They don't wish to, they live beisde a lake

That's more plentiful than anywhere else,

But they only assume this because they

Have never really left, but I have now,

And your ignorance, to me, is comical.


© Copyright 2016 Mike Florio. All rights reserved.

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