Chelsea in Chelsea
Artistic
sadness is vehemently profound
Drives
you into a harsh ground
Sounds
heard are the suffering of mankind
Resonating
waves from death’s grind
Do you
remember Dylan Thomas’ path to self-destruction?
From him
came light and amazing grace
A
foundation of tears that give strength to those who hear
Is this
not God’s ironic way to cheer?
Chelsea, that neighborhood, is New York City’s dear
The
poets, writers, playwrights and performers the world fears
Walk the
streets and the hotel Chelsea beckons
A living
celebration of aesthetics free of anesthetics every second
This was
the jaunt of Thomas, Marilyn and artistic others
Witness
this dark red brick building that remembers
Feel the
vibrations that remind
It’s my
reluctant and willing artistic soul sound
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