Pavol Janik

(1956 / Bratislava)

New York - Poem by Pavol Janik

In a horizontal mirror
of the straightened bay
the points of an angular city
stabbing directly into the starry sky.
In the glittering sea of lamps
flirtatious flitting boats
tremble marvelously
on your agitated legs
swimming in the lower deck
of a brocade evening dress.
Suddenly we are missing persons
like needles in a labyrinth of tinfoil.
Some things we take personally -
stretch limousines,
moulting squirrels in Central Park
and the metal body of dead freedom.
In New York most of all it's getting dark.
The glittering darkness lights up.
The thousand-armed luster of the mega city
writes Einstein's message about the speed of light
every evening on the gleaming surface of the water.
And again before the dusk the silver screen
of the New York sky floods
with hectoliters of Hollywood blood.
Where does the empire of glass and marble reach?
Where do the slim rackets of the skyscrapers aim?
God buys a hot dog
at the bottom of a sixty-storey street.
God is a black
and loves the grey color of concrete.
His son was born from himself
in a paper box
from the newest sort of slave.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2016

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