A Wish to Slumber (by a Rockaway native)
This reflects the contradiction between
what the promise of Rockaway was and what it deteriorated to, the contrast
between the natural beauty and majesty so readily accessible yet so
underappreciated. I was born in St. Joseph's hospital in 1959 and witnessed the
decay and abandonment of a great community. What seemed like almost a "magical"
place to live became eventually Sodom and Gomorrah. The beach, the boardwalk,
ocean, memories of the scent of salt air and the rockaway shoreline...are
bittersweet.
through a smoky haze
of urban oil-drum bonfires
he emerges
neon blister glare
reflects from unflinching eyes
to cast an illusion of perception
within a vacuous stare
reluctant feet shuffle
to an asphalt city beat
he enters a building lobby
and is assailed
by unsolicited
bone-jarring hip-hop bass
elevator's busted again
so it's up three flights past
urine,fecal,stairwell swill
he tip toes , sidles ,sidles ,slides
holding his breath to no avail
visual
mental
olfactory sensory
override
he proceeds down the hallway
last door on the left
apt. 4h
turns the key
steps inside
deadbolt
deadbolt
police lock
chain
homefree !
he returns to the relative sanctuary
of his tenement apt. cell
at last his workday is done
as his head falls hard upon his pillow he reasons;
"some restless sleep , is still better than none"
through the night
the sounds of the city streets (beach channel drive 40's projects to be
specific)
invade his dreams
the blast of sirens
a gunshot in the distance
profanity rises above the din
as if a thunderous crescendo
to a symphony of screams
order
eclipsed by mayhem
as chaos rules the night
nearby
a young girl trades her virtue
for a vial full of poison
elsewhere
a child reaches for a mislaid gun
two more victims fall prey
to the insatiable bloodthirst
of urban blight
human suffering
is witnessed
by eyes which have long forgotten
how to weep
his soul is weary
his body numb
all he yearns for now
is that one
ever elusive
good night's
sleep.