Monday, August 5, 2013

Detroit Bittersweet

I sway

Crossing cracked streets and crushing glass beneath my feet.
I sway
In this southern city built so far to the north I can touch the border, on a coast less than a mile wide;
With barbeque, jazz, and moon pie’s on sale now for a dollar ninety five;
Where boys as black as pitch and pale as ash cut their teeth on race relations I can never hope to understand as a recent traveler to this antique zombieland.
I sway
Catcalls and comments washing over my grungy jeans and laundry day shirt.
The motion of my hips moving more men than all the water in the ocean with the selfsame notion that someday I might turn to you. Talk to you. Smile at you. Laugh with you.
This is poetry in motion, you think.
This is the place where violence begins, I know, with the shouts and the winks and the slowing your car down to call out to some strange woman that you have never met. That you will never meet in this fallen city still desperately hanging on to its Motown beat.
But the only way to change the future is one step at a time. Legs stretching out in one long line. Hips swaying as I go about my business, trying not to listen to the sounds of a city that I would so dearly love to love.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Pop Up Detroit

Sushi Sunday and Taco Tuesday.

All the opportunity of a major modern city, here today and gone tomorrow.
Hipsters and handshake deals transforming empty cafĂ© kitchens into foodie fantasy—
Offer good while supplies last.
Storefronts exclusively open during events giving rise to vents of anger from a populace hungry for glass bottled sodas and screen-printed t-shirts, the opportunity to spend hard earned money more important than the goods you see—
For a limited time only.
 Books and bags replaced with terraforming florists forming a shifting bedrock of society. Rotating concessions making it impossible to plan ahead.
Leaving instead a sense of dread:
The city you wake up to may be not where you said goodnight.
Act now before it’s gone.
 Marvel at a world of maker vision and opportunity—a righteous renaissance constantly anchored by the next bright idea—never thinking of the opportunity cost of investments unmade, buildings unmortgaged, and dues unpaid in a permanent city left to fade away.