O negative and O positive
New York City does
look like 1970 today
steamed black and wet
under red string
lights
pennies to Heaven
in the bar’s mirrored
ceiling
I’m hungry but drinking
I’m sorry but sneaking
I shouldn’t be here
in 1970
no one should be here
my sissy so soft
burning it down
trickle of deep trees
black redwoods
red red woods
but black
thank God you went
home
I know our blue angel
was seeing red too
right before he died
we’re all looking for that
that True Black Meat
sometimes it is
just truly tasteless
