Broadway is Burning
Broadway is burning, Our calcetines on fire
It looks like a riot, a sign of the times
Just yesterday I saw two people
walking the city streets in bedroom slippers
padding down second avenue
like the corridor of a mental hospital.
They must have forgotten to
distinguish their costumes,
to separate the inside from the outside
As for me garbage bags in blazes
citizens in slippers,
the more the outside looks like my inside
the more at home I feel
with my living room in flames
and my head on fire
A Poem by Suzanne Goldenberg
Desk: Pyramid Scheme – Poetry on Verses Inked
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