The surging “Stormy weather” shares Burt Lancaster’s “Atlantic City”
as
Freud’s Beyond the pleasure principle playing out , Franken
Storm
a tusami like fury, pounding the tri states and their once
comfortable thinking denizens, the winds howling, the tidal waves storming
their sand bagged shelters.
II
Where is Winston Churchill when we
need hin? His Brooklyn born mother from the Heights, General Washington
sighting the British fleet on the harbor, kept his distance, knowing the island
of Manhattan was bartered from the Mahatma Indian tribe for trinkets and measly
dollar bills.
Could Peter Stuyesant out
maneuver this raging Franken Storm as
he did the Mahatma tribe? from his perch of bartering on Governor’s Island..
III
The once in a lifetime force of
Nature invaded Coney Island’s “Little Fugitive’s”
turf. Stillwell Mermaid Neptune
Surf Avenue realities..
Nathan’s hot dogs, Bay 7, the
boardwalk, benches, the pony ride, the
targeted bottle throwing lane , Luna Parks rotating tunnel, the roller coaster,
grasping for the lucky key on the. merry go round, sledge hammering the scale
for a cotton candy prize, riding the
Ferris Wheel
All at the same time of avoiding
the same NYPD who were playing out their roles as first responders some 6 decades later as Franken Storm pounds the surf and the beach
where the denizens rolled on the sand, Joey(“The Little Fugitive”)
picking up soda bottles for the nickel
deposits to pay for his framed up hungers...
There was no *evil on the
planet, no less the parachute jump eluding to World War 2, and the nation’s
resolute to drop behind the *Fuhrer’s enemy lines,
IV
So where is Winston Churchill when we need him?
The raging like seas and winds
pounding the island of Manhattan as “The Little Fugitive” and all his brethren,
transcend his Coney Island “landscape”,
and their own once in a lifetime sandbagged lives.
“The City that never sleeps”
October 29, 2012
