July 2020.
An experiment in stochastic writing with the BML library. The poem is refreshed every 3 seconds.
An experiment in stochastic writing with the BML library. The poem is refreshed every 3 seconds.
Flatbush and Fulton
A low, triangular blob hanging on to a frayed office sign
Squats across the street from a sheathed tower
Between them runs a stream of sqeaky city traffic
Framed by a towering crane and an overgrowth of rooftop generators
The McDonald's on the corner catches the eye with its unabashed signage
Hawking the spoils of downtown civilization, where a chance encounter
Between a man and a woman under the crane's shadow
Yields unmitigated hope that someday
The traffic will have faded, only the roots
Of the old triangle sleeping as testimony in its wake
That a sliver of perfect summer here shone once
A low, triangular blob hanging on to a frayed office sign
Squats across the street from a sheathed tower
Between them runs a stream of sqeaky city traffic
Framed by a towering crane and an overgrowth of rooftop generators
The McDonald's on the corner catches the eye with its unabashed signage
Hawking the spoils of downtown civilization, where a chance encounter
Between a man and a woman under the crane's shadow
Yields unmitigated hope that someday
The traffic will have faded, only the roots
Of the old triangle sleeping as testimony in its wake
That a sliver of perfect summer here shone once