Month: July 2019

New York

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you won’t see
the New York in me
when i speak.

you won’t see it how i walk.

you won’t see it on the clothes i wear,
but you’ll hear it when i talk.

and you can’t sniff
the New York on me,
i’ve washed and rinsed
too much.

you might see it in my eyes
if you catch me by surprise,
you might feel it
in my touch.

i dress half my age.
my height is less than that.
i used to drink so well,
and now i’m skinny-fat.

i look south of america.
i speak midwest.
i think left of center,
but New York is in my chest.

i’ve never been
to the statue of liberty,
but i’ve seen her watching.

never know if she’s waving
goodbye or hello,
but i’ve seen her plotting.

green with envy,
she wants to get out.
everyone loves New York
until they want to get out.

but like every other girl
who’s held a torch above her head
and stood atop the ocean,
she’s stuck where she stands.
shes’s stuck.

but i’ve got New York in my blood;
the immigrant kind.

born and raised in Queens,
we left it behind.

moved upstate, lived great,
in record immigrant time.

i lived and loved
through all that i have
been assigned.

and i’ve been lucky, trust me.

i fell.

fell forward,
but i’ve always had good balance.

ask my mother,
it’s standing still
that’s always been the challenge.

always had a dream
i’d grow old around
the people i love:
all my brothers,
my friends,
my cousins.

be a man,
a father
a husband.

and we’d all gather
’round for sports.

don’t know where
or when it’d be,
but i’ll still be
cheering for New York.

“new york”
©Steven Cuenca

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banana split

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am i dead today?
i’m going bananas.
split my head today
and watched all my wishes
wish and wash away.

i’ve washed away,
i’m washed today,
i think and look
and act my age.

i’m paid enough,
i play enough,
i’ve been enough,
to say enough.
i’ll die enough,
they’ll cry enough.

vanilla
chocolate
wet walnuts
butterscotch
whipped cream
cherry
drizzled fudge

i’m going bananas.
split my head today;
i watched all my wishes
wish and wash away.

“banana split”
©Steven Cuenca

 

starlit jersey

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@snapshotsteve


ya can’t see stars in the city,
New York City
and Salt Lake too

i miss those starlit
Jersey nights with you

“starlit jersey”
©Steven Cuenca

sunrise, moonglow

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i was just
so high,
higher than a sunrise

and i was just
so low,
lower than the moonglow

i thought i’d die
by 25,
not by choice
but by surprise

i thought i’d break
a bone by now,
Superman is in town

i thought i saw
my mother’s ghosts,
in every single
word i wrote

and i was just
so high,
higher than a sunrise

and i was just
so low,
lower than the moonglow

i think i die
at 45,
not by choice
but by surprise

i think i’ll break
some bones right now,
Spaghetti Western style

my father’s ghost
is what i saw,
he looked like
he saw it all

the sunrise,
the moonglow,
what’s above
and what’s below

i looked at him,
he looked like me,
that’ll be
enough for me

“sunrise, moonglow”
©Steven Cuenca