Wednesday 10 July 2019

Paterson, NJ

Inspired by the city, the movie, the poem and the falls. 
...

The town is stuck in decade-old Hollywood.
Only the falls fall flooding like alliteration, an
onomatopoeic onslaught of thundering movement
unmindful of ABA rhyme schemes and the pattering
of Driver-poets, resisting being wrapped like a shawarma
and served 
to-go.

Paterson.
Adam.
William.
The old white gods are swept away
to make room for the new old brown ones.

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