I Am The City Poem by Joe Bisicchia

And my arteries run;
they race with the streets,
my depth chasing the lines underneath,
my arms chasing my dreams.

I lift each line,
the horizon
my jump rope,
another, another, another.

I am the city
and all the hearts are as one,
all the sin, all the love,
alone, all shared never alone.

I am the city
and my abilities stretch to the sun,
while in this Garden State
regrets line in streaks, rubbish forlorn.

In a dream Walt saw a city invincible
and now this Whitman here does rest,
as I do too, to be built upon,
to see over the horizon

while another, another, another
and another lily is born.
Each me, you turn into yourself, us,
the city.


For poet Nick Virgilio (1928-1989)
of Camden, New Jersey






Published by Hobo Camp Review,2018