hotel steps
midtown
wired
sat on carpet wet from snow
it
soaks
into
my
jeans
and tho i took something to help
its just a memory in my liver now
~
meat
packing
district
the playground of kuklinski
and yes
planting a garden
on disused el tracks
is a wonderful idea
but its winter
and its not finished
and
all
there is here for me
is my hangover
a
sense
of
stressed
suspension
and a tease of snow
~
diner
corner table
union square
sport on 100
tv screens
and
i
sweat and gag and drool
with toxicity and nerves
over
my
grilled cheese
and
gins
i dont want to be anywhere
anywhere at all
but am impatience
to get started
~
its
the airport you see
and the sky
calling for me
flight -
that thin science
in nowhere time
it
calls
for
me
by name
and gate
and sucks all and any
fermented joy
from
the
last
winter-spring
new york
day
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