Bing, bang, bus
The city roars
Cars howl and yell
Subways escape into hot air
But trains cut through corridors
Of death heat and deafening yowls.
The apple explodes at any second
Loud, loud, loud voices erupt
From mouths a million
Trying to fight the surrounding din.
Small bodies produce loud American
Sounds, words, self-assured statements.
Restaurants are not oases but other
Clamoring pits in the jungle of noise,
Pedestrians flee the heat yet
Bask in the barks of all vehicles.
Energy triumphs and shouts itself to the world
The din is diverse and speaks all languages.
Man, woman and machine are allies
In the production of screams:
I scream, you scream, they scream,
We believe pandemonium is part of
The course of human events.
All ears are created equal and the right to
Boom, buzz and bellow was bestowed
By their unalienable creator.
Silence is banned and sent to reservations
In churches maybe or in exile far away.
The city is hyper, hyperactive, hyper cacophonous
Hyper happy, hyper lonely.
Noise disconnects from neighbors
Noise seeps out of cell phones
Noise enters the mikes of smart phones
Noise creates new beings similar to humans.
A Babel of babbling babies
Shouting their joy to enter the new world.
(Noise, ruido, Lärm, bruit, rumore!)
The pulse of the city, its vibrancy
Are drowned in caterwauling
New York is a loud proud city bathing in bedlam
Always on the go, always on the yell.
Machine made men, women of the hubbub
Have invented boisterous happiness
And a life of jangle in the jungle.