A poetic response to Gov. Hochul, regarding her brave resistance against Mamdani-proposed tax increases on NYC billionaires.
See paradise: a glittering sliver of sunlit sand, shampooed dogs barking to and fro
the cheap glory of sunset on slick, tan bodies, well to do and strong from sailing inside a chipper Atlantic Ridge.
In Brooklyn this morning, the garbage truck tinkles by collecting a bike with no wheels. Who would steal just the wheels?
Who, such hopeful a creature, collects parts for movement, but does not take the saddle?
What Thesian ship can be mangled together with these mutt parts strong enough to bear eastern winds down from Manhattan to Palm Beach?
Stop him! Someone stop him!
Please! Please someone
Stop that man!
I don’t want to lose more people to –
I cannot, I cannot bear to lose more people to –
the sensuous sands, the New York City of southern Florida, if you will:
Palm Beach.