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Written by
Ben Barton
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Through the
Billboard Promised Land
plastic smiles
Gleam like marble malls
scrubbed skin, cologne
Pyramids on dollar$
I have seen Manhattan.
Yesterday I visited
the Factory
and watched it
Curiously yellowing
with age
Like the fingernails
you dug in my skin
I have seen Manhattan
swirling in the dust
of 11:10 am
and because of this
I shall never return
to see you again.
Ben Barton is a journalist who lives in Folkestone, England. A former winner of the Ottakar’s/Faber Poetry Competition, his poems have appeared in a variety of publications including Acorn, Down in the Dirt, Isibongo, Masque, Panda, Parameter, Poetry Greece, Roadworks, Scriptor, Secret Attic, Sentinel, The Ugly Tree and X Magazine. He recently directed a short film for the BBC entitled No One Reads Poetry and released his first collection, The Red Book.
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