Thursday, 12 June 2025

One Poem by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

 






                       Metropolis  
 
They built this city  
under the quiet multitude
of stars
The sun looked on  
the moon feigned sleep  
angels peeked  
through parting clouds  
as numbers crashed  
(don't look down)  
on Wall Street  
 
Concrete gray columns  
of average industrials  
sentences   whole paragraphs  
toppled daily  
reputations (splattered)  
onto sidewalks  
 
This noise this teeming mecca  
where hucksters hawked dreams  
where money still screams  
out window’s vacant stare  
(look up if you dare)  
on the honking sideshow below  
 
Day traders  
                    for night  
night for day  
the buzzwords   the sting  
the swarm of the deal  
played out  
in human traffic  
 
Worker drones  
who know the drill  
spin the spin  
money is honey  
while bittersweet tears  
from deeper pockets  
Buddy, can you spare a dime?  
soon run dry from empty sockets  
 
This hive  
of singing singular sensation  
of relentless rhythm  
vertical geography  
hybrid choreography  
 
Skyscrapers skyrocketing  
through invisible portals  
New Yorkers   Old Yorkers  
those electric immortals  
in locomotion of perpetual hum  
Queen bees busy bees  
the bees knees in yellow taxis  
buzzzzing  
to the beat of a drum  
 
The faceless matter   the chatter  
of up-and-coming billboards  
lookatme lookatme lookatme lookatme  
bruised notes   guttered smokes  
pavement slick with promise  
 
Silent masturbators  
in back alleys   tattoo parlors  
the corridors of your mind  
Tokes from used cigarettes  
small town second-hand strangers  
on your breath   the scent of death  
Buddy, can you spare a dime?  
 
On the other side of my page  
just now  
Ohhhh Ba-by Baaaaa-by  
the lonely slant of consonants  
the haunting flesh of vowels  
the skeletal skyline  
of nectar that once was  
 
Regret  
lurks in the shadows  
where mostly you pay the rent  
hum elegies  
to collapsed monuments  
between your thighs  
the crumbling decay  
of ink of liquid obsolescence  
that urban grind  
his own Harlem brew  
that rides the subway  
the back of your throat  
 
We live by our instincts  
the steel of our teeth  
upscale ourselves  
in black velvet night  
mourn  
Summer’s giddy breathless care  
Lust’s  
fading appetite  
 
hum lullabies  
for drifters  
the veiled moon  
the lament of leaves  
train tracks  
going  
no  
where  









Antonia Alexandra Klimenko was first introduced on the BBC and to the literary world by the legendary James Meary Tambimuttu of Poetry London–-publisher of T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, Henry Miller and Bob Dylan, to name a few. After his death, it was his friend, the late great Kathleen Raine, who took an interest in her writing and encouraged her to publish. A nominee for the Pushcart Prize, The Best of the Net, and a former San Francisco Poetry Slam Champion, she is widely published. She has been a featured guest at Shakespeare & Company, on a number of occasions, as well as performed or read in other literary venues in the City of Light and elsewhere. Her work has appeared in (among others) XXI Century World Literature (in which she represents France), Jazz and Literature and Maintenant : Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art archived at New York’s Museum of Modern Art. She is the recipient of two grants: one from Poets in Need, of which Michael (100 Thousand Poets for Change) Rothenberg is a co-founder; the second—the 2018 Generosity Award bestowed on her by Kathleen Spivack and Joseph Murray for her outstanding service to international writers through SpokenWord Paris where she is Poet in Residence. She is also Writer/Poet in Residence at The Creative Process. Her selected poems On the Way to Invisible was recently published by The Opiate Books and is now available.

1 comment:

  1. Antonia has a voice to be trusted. I was always told writing is work and I agree. The exception happens when Antonia uses her voice to explain our mysteries

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