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PRECINCT NEW YORK

by

Prasenjit Maiti



T he Big Mac I'd bitten into all of a sudden turned cold

as a jaywalker was run over

by one of our New York greyhound services

and my arms were locked by a streetwalker with sad eyes

. . . what has happened to you, America, my dreams?

your French wines sell cheap in plastic bags

that grown-up children take along to their parents

living derelict in mad houses, condos or god's own country

what has happened to you, America, my youth?

my Chicago streets, your bloody napkins

my sodden shirts, your stale hamburgers and rye whisky

what has happened to you, America, my love?

playing cowboy around the world

and sleeping with James Bond like Soho

my New York muggers, your affirmative action plan

our derelict Asians buying cheap airline tickets

to enter you en masse

as if group sex is any less free of illusions ...

what has happened to you, America, my dreams?

in your New York derelict, cold chilli oil

Chinatown and prawn champagne

Iím crying America, are you?







ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Prasenjit Maiti (b 1971) is Senior Lecturer in Political Science at Burdwan University in West Bengal, India. Dr Maiti lives in Calcutta.




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