The World Doesn't Want Me Anymore, and It Doesn't Know It

Sean Singer

I am the corner and the cab’s glow-up roof.
A tuba and air synth march down Stanton St.

Do a rhumba for an espresso foam by the green lights.
Notice how this dude in the yellow pants is embarrassing himself.

Trying their best to dougie to "My Favorite Things"
And a sexy woman poured-into jeans twirl-a-whirls.

When we see what we were in New York
And what we leave behind

Only stay human is great
Leave your weakness in a jar.


About this poem:
"This poem is set in New York's Lower East Side. The title is taken from a drawing by Pier Paolo Pasolini, the poet and filmmaker. The subject of the poem is a YouTube video ( of Jonathan Batists’s Stay Human Band marching through the Lower East Side, gathering a crowd, as they play their instruments—a melodica, a trombone, a tuba, and a tambourine. The form is five mostly end-stopped couplets."

Sean Singer

Copyright © 2013 by Sean Singer . Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on March 18, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

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