Manhattan Love
March 1, 2013 § 26 Comments
The power, the play, the copy, the game
I’m the marketer of your heart
You gave cold hard copy
Pressed guarantee against fresh lips
Safe sell, safe bet, proven story
Baby, save me, wrong edit, (I punctuated this unfittingly)
I scripted these lines too cruelly
I believed my own copy, own story
Marketer, Marketer, it’s Me! Hello cayenne, hello strange heart
Cinnamon lips, coffee in Manhattan’s Central park
I’m the best, world class Where are you, Where are you?
There you go, I remember, I sold you.
I’m a marketer, marketer of your heart
And this, Manhattan, Manhattan love
The power, the play, the copy, the game
You gave nothing, I accepted each unwell written story
I’m a marketer, imagination VIVACIOUS
fingers stealing lines that weren’t fit for my pride
Keep smoking that cig ar ette, igniting your power stride-so becoming
Drink another Gin it’s noon, 1960. And this,
Manhattan, Manhattan love
The power, the play, the copy, the game
I’m the marketer of your heart
all is fair in my love, in your war
I pull concepts— every syllable of your quick lips becomes new fame, new story
—my glory.
Cinnamon, cayenne, failing slowly
The train she passed, run catch her, can you?
No, I sold you. I’m the marketer the marketer
Of your cold hard heart
La La La
It’s trendy it’s beating, it’s modern it’s selling
Cheers to love, cheers to selling, cheers to creating, manipulating
I’m a marketer, I sold you so well, how will you re-pay me?
La La La
baby no, this is Manhattan, this is cold.
I’m the best in the world, yep I said it— beat that, sell that line,
you can’t, I’m the marketer baby, and you can’t sell me.
Take that brat. I’ll toss you a toy for your little boy joys
I’m out, I’m dancing, I’m selling, I’m winning
this is Manhattan, Manhattan love
I’m dancing in the streets of gold
Are you still strolling behind dawdling?
I thought you wanted the WIN, I thought it’s all you wanted…
the fame, the glory, the power walk, the suit.
I’m dancing in the gold street, but I don’t see you
I’m building a Treehouse in grand central station
Moneys falling, Free for all doers of their dreams
I’m spinning remembering
The power, the play, the copy, the game
Manhattan, Manhattan love—cinnamon tasteless, cayenne cold
Edit, edit, erase, retake, re-phrase….New copy, new heart, new sell scheme, new story…
This is me marketing, this is me selling off your cold hard story
But remember, it’s 1960
and this
This is Manhattan, Manhattan love.
Can I see you later on?
Yes, kiss me, I’m on 42nd Street wasting
rewind, remind, cayenne, cloves— kiss hard I won’t say no
no rules, this is Manhattan,
Nothing scares me anymore
in my love, in your war
and this
The power, the play, the copy, the game
in my Manhattan, Manhattan love.
***This is a re-post, of a favorite past post.
a lot said in heart as I read, a meaning I grasp unlike others I am sure, a great piece
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I really, really like your writing
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This is great. There is Motion in this.
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Great again!
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I love the repetition of “cinnamon & cayenne cold”
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That was wonderful. You described the cold harsh world on 42nd Street pretty damn realistically. Loved it!
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It’s like you have been a copywriter before. Reminds me of the Mad Men.
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Perhaps ;]
This last September I watched my first episode of Mad Men. I had to stop in the middle of the second episode to write this poem.
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You have to pay to play
the marketers game
The price is steep
cause this town
ain’t cheap
Number one in sales
your final goal?
First thing you sell
will be your soul
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amazing stuff, seriously. respect.
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I wandered here from somewhere else not knowing I was staying. I’m sold … You are an incredible talent; you have my attention.
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It makes me want to have a cigarette.
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I nominated you for the Versatile blogger award 🙂
http://divinerush.wordpress.com/2013/02/27/the-versatile-award-whatiseveryonedoing/
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Madness in a mad world. Magnificent. Congratulations.
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Hi! I just had to stop by to let you know that I’ve nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award. Please visit the page I dedicated to your award at http://4theloveofsass.wordpress.com/2013/03/02/the-versatile-blogger-award/ Happy blogging! 🙂
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Manhattan…Grand Central…and the Grand Central clock…meeting place for lovers! As usual, great post by you! 🙂
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I’ve been enjoying your blog so much I nominated it for The Versatile Blogger Award. Thanks for sharing your writing! http://gratitudeequation.wordpress.com/2013/03/02/238/
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this is awesome, coco.
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Thanks my pretty red haired dancing friend 🙂 How are you?
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This is really cool – the picture had me hooked right away
Lily
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Such a story told, a picture painted, words in motion…Amazing
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WOW! Coco J. Ginger, you are a fantastic writer. This poem is playing my heartstrings right now (I’m a copywriter w/ literary leanings) — “Drink another Gin it’s noon, 1960” = genius. My favorite blog discovery in weeks!
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I am honored.
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so creative….very nice
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Coco, you have set yourself apart with your writing style. This is well worth further reads.
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Amazing!!! Would be a great song. Have you put a melody to this? I would love to sing it. Check out my latest song on my space – http://www.myspace.com/581599439
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