Monday, January 22, 2018












NYC
Yes we’ve met before
Can the vibes be good
Can everyone stop calculating 
And try making each other comfortable
Bring your egos back down to human scale
Do I have to throw your phones out a window


NYC
Looking down on a miniature world 
from the elevated J train
All the busses below are pulled over at haphazard angles
Pink yellow and blue lights casting
isolated spheres over miniature characters’ miniature dramas 
I feel faint with the swaying and heat 
and layers of sweaters
wheezy and breathless
The windows of apartment buildings pressing in
I see the busses all fall over on their sides
Too top heavy


NYC
Wind smelling like soil
I think of my childhood backyard 
Where is it?
So much of the world is under construction