A Night Where Nothing Bad Happens in Buffalo

A Night Where Nothing Bad Happens in Buffalo

A Poem by alienated.aquarius
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a poem about my native city

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Bubbles floating out of the top corner apartment on Allen St,

Buffalo breweries and wings with a bite

You weren’t prepared for.

My silo city

People that posh don’t really venture

Passed the mall,

They don’t know my city like I do,

They only go to Canal Side

While I’ve walked right up to the fence of Love Canal,

The burial ground of toxic waste,

Drove through the numbered streets with squatters,

Seen the homeless sleeping under highways,

If you seclude the city to two streets,

How much are you really exploring?

There’s more to Buffalo than booze.

 

Tied shoes dangling on wires

Like the city’s windchimes,

Black Lives Matter banners and

Rainbow flags adorn front porches.

Bumming cigarettes off strangers outside bars,

Chatting about the universe,

A man asks my friend if he can draw

A caricature of him while

I’m talking to a non-local about astral projection

Over a cigarette and

A poet comes by and offers a trade

A poem for a cigarette,

And I listen to him spit wisdom

Thinking he deserves more than

The toxins I hand over.

Spark meets inhale,

Smoke rises to meet the bubbles

Reaching for the stars.

 

Buffalo is a place where strangers on the street

Will tell you they believe in you

When you need to hear it,

But aside from the hipsters

Who are here for the aesthetic,

This is the city of misfits

And you can leave,

But you can always come back. 






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© 2019 alienated.aquarius


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A wonderful poem for the city of Buffalo. Your description like many cities. My city Detroit, same problems, same feel and talented people. You made the city come alive in vision for the reader. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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Wow this was a very powerful poem. I like it because it introduces the reader to a world that is either very similar or very different from the world they come from. I personally have never seen homeless people living under highways or streets occupied by people with nowhere left to go. However, after reading your poem I felt like I had been there and seen that, and I really appreciate it.

This was a beautiful poem, keep up the great work!!!! (^v^)/

Posted 4 Months Ago


I was pass Buffalo just once when we headed it for the NF. Also one my favourite a,movie Buffalo 66 take place in your city. I like how you describe daily reality of good and bad. There is nice a,flow and your poetic language don't lost meaning. Each word is building stone of whole picture of your town. I can feel lot of honesty and true of your wiev. From your describbing poem .I can say this just typical town of New England. Keep writing.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Nice write for a tribute to a place you love ;-]

Posted 5 Months Ago


"Buffalo is a place where strangers on the street
Will tell you they believe in you"

Sounds like a warm and welcoming place to fit in when it seems like there is nothing to turn to. Never thought about my hometown in this deep a way. Well done!

Posted 5 Months Ago


nice write keep up the good work .

Posted 5 Months Ago


A very sensitive and thought provoking read. Buffalo sounds very similar to Asheville, NC. You write so well.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Wow, This is wonderful and well polished

Posted 5 Months Ago


I love this poem! Even tho I never lived in a larger city like this, I have always been drawn to truly exploring the character of a place, seeking out the oddball experiences, talking to interesting strangers, etc. You use great details to paint the heart & feel of this kind of experience & your comfort can be felt . . . this is not a description by one who's "looking in" on the scene. Your poem makes me want to try to capture the way it feels to be amongst the underworld of working graveyard shifts *smile* Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Months Ago


Honestly, I see a lot of praise for this piece. I will say excellently written and it ties together beautifully. I can see why, it's a great piece and draws me in. But I'm not from Buffalo and these are things for the most part abstractly I could relate to Detroit Michigan or Chicago Illinois. The few unique elements I find in this I find mute or not really unique. Please understand I think your piece is beautiful and flows magnificently but I'll be honest that to me it lacks something unique it that small town or big city it didn't give me a unique feel of there. Most of the descriptive use are things I can relate to without hesitation to at least five major cities. I think you have a layout idea that serves you well for this idea but it fails to capture your uniqueness in Buffalo to me. I know I'm outside the norm and that's fine but I feel it should be said that using slight descriptive variances in your piece I could tell it about anywhere. I know it will be lost in this review but I thoroughly enjoyed the piece which for me is rare here. I feel you could get more honest and direct about those experiences. maybe elaborate to create a one of a kind tapestry that your read would say " nope' that's Buffalo. and though I've never been there I get it" Look forward to more. I already know I'm outside the norm for review. Still loved the piece. TY 95/100...
Further thought the relatable aspects like shoes hanging on a telephone wire.. why are they you? Why there? in other words tell the whole story of Buffalo to you and to me this piece would explode

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I applaud you for your honesty and truth about your Hometown. How behind the bright light and happy faces. Sad and lonely and downtrodden images are so close but yet so far away. From the ones who close their eyes. And wish never to see or even hear. Others pitiful tales. Like some many places Town across the same as yours. Only the good side is spoken about. And the bad parts hidden.

Posted 6 Months Ago



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Buffalo, NY



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Hi! I'm Catie. i write things (poems, fiction, blogs/articles) and try to publish them. i love chasing waterfalls and sunsets. i was born at a very young age. i can pick things up with my toes. i'm ob.. more..

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