An ongoing poetic experiment into the life and experience, to record thought processes with integrity. "A poem a day keeps the darkness at bay." If you want to ask me a question or comment, e-mail me at bokopny@pugetsound.edu. My name is Austin Boston and I'm from Las Vegas. Thank you.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Poverty in Eastchester
The train rattles on by as I sit
in the green New York suburb
of Eastchester, Westchester
county. There's a golf club behind
me, trees, miles of grass interspersed
with homes and a neighborhood full
of old money, upper middle class type
old money, money made in the city
doin' the dirty, sparkling Audis hover
in the driveway.
Let me speak for a minute about
poverty. Poverty's different
for everyone, but almost everyone
feels it.
Let's talk ramen noodle poor. Let's talk
tap water poor; no television no internet no
gas no telephone don't even know what
day it is poor.
It's beautiful here in Eastchester, West-
chester county, crickets noising up
the woods to the tracks on my right,
to the south, while I lie here thinking
about how I'm here using old money
to combat itself. Haha! I'm an
evil genius.
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