Tag: city

• Main St

  Stoplights filled the fog the way paint drops swim through water. Urban aurora borealis sunken from the sky into the sewers. Car headlights swallowed the remaining darkness in tubes of luminous white and ghosts from the mufflers crawled into the night.

  Nic Jean

  March 5, 2014

  Poetry

  city, poem, poetry

• Cancer

  The city breathes deep in its asbestos lungs and sucks me in, and with each breath smoke billows through the air. Arteries pump thousands across highways in their cages of debt, and with each pulse shivers crawl up the cracked smoke stacks lining the heart of it all. This city is a dying animal clawing […]

  Nic Jean

  August 28, 2013

  Poetry

  breathing, cancer, city, death, dying, fracking, great lakes, highway, lake, life, New York, poem, poetry, syracuse, upstate, urban

• City Burns

  There’s an orange glow of light on the ceiling coming from the lower east side of Syracuse below me.   How fitting. It streaks across my black walls and plaster and pollutes the winter fog outside. How fitting. And as if upon a castle that’s more fit for orange jumpsuits I give this place less […]

  Nic Jean

  February 20, 2013

  Poetry

  city, cuse, frustration, homesick, lights, New York, night time, NY, orange, poem, poetry, prison, syracuse