Teen.

I wrote a quick poem for my class.

Teen.

a peculiar thing happens when the sun goes down
the lights go up and they are
BRIGHTER
than the sun
an island in the sun
is no match for the transformation
the transmogrification
into a nocturnal metropolis
the city that has poor sleeping habits
comparable eating patterns
a constant hunger
cloaked in everyday
satisfaction
an irregular heartbeat
a thick presence
someone
call
a
doctor
but there's nothing wrong with ol' NEW York
city of bad habits
dirty deeds
stuck in a liminal state
constant, effervescent
identity crisis
sneaking out
to grab a drink
get high
not necessarily on drugs
on the car emissions
the heat of good times passing
the warm air rising from the subway grates
the impossible smell of the seasons
the near-death
the far-life
the teenager