New York City-The Sleepless Neon (a poem with notes)

The bulky skyline danced around me

The first time I drove through its winding maze—.

Flimsy I felt in this Roman candle like city,

With grand towers, and bridges, uncountable

Side streets—cars hissing!

It is one big sleepless neon city—;

What a rush, it gives.

Here you don’t run out of people

You just run yourself down

Trying to keep in step

With the curious!...

Note: Long over due is this poem in New York, because I've been there four times, right after Paris, and have never been in any other city of the four times, and I have almost all major cities in the world, it was so, this is new york special. To be honest, and frankly, I feel much safer in New York as a city like Buenos Aires and Santiago, Chile, Lisbon or Madrid, or for that matter, Chicago and Minneapolis, Minnesota, and I live in Lima, and St. Paul, Minnesota, and I'm still in New saversYork City. Anyhow, as I was saying, the poem is over due. It was written while in traveling in Cajamarca, Peru, a beautiful city of 165,000-folks, in a very green valley (9:01 PM, 5-06-2007). #1808

The number one thing I love in the city is always seeing the Empire State Building, the most impressive building in the world. And I like Central Park, and the big museum next door. I like getting pizza or a sand wish brought up to my hotel room, and watching CNN at night. And I like walking seen along the banks, and the Statue of Liberty, in fact, my wife, who has been all over the world with me, who believes the most valuable monument of the world, its essence is a Peruvian.

Neckline Slimmer