12th
10-11
1.
The streets are riddled with rain
in each puddle a reflection-
a shimmering vision-
of what life looks like when clean.
2.
I am trying to write everyday
but sometimes I can’t find the words to say
All the things that are swirling inside
So instead I’ll just curl up and hide
(yeah…that was bad)
3.
Small, cramped
warm brick walls
the scent of grilled meat
and simmering beans
lunchtime laughter
makes it feel like fall
even if the weather
has other ideas
4.
Two people
Five degrees
Forty years
Four cities
Eight jobs
Two children
Two dogs
A cat
Turtles and frogs
Five fish
Hundreds of tears
Twice as many embraces
And always
Love
Which cannot be quantified
Love
Which makes numbers obsolete
5.
The sidewalks glitter
under the untied shoes
of janitors, nannies, and
off-duty doormen
All the regular people
that make the city run
have been run out of the city
to the shores of Staten Island
and far-away Brooklyn
soon these streets too
will be paved with gold
and all the good men and women gone
to…
6.
More More More
Stuff Stuff Stuff
Want Want Want
Never Enough
7.
Meet me at the St. Regis
in the King Cole Bar
We will sit and drink a sidecar
and pretend to be Very Important
The best things in life are free
The best things in life are fantasy
So let’s simply play awhile
while the day away awhile
Years from now
when children and the daily grind
have robbed us of our spontinaety
We will sit and drink a sidecar
and remember intrepid adventures
and nights at the King Cole Bar
8.
This is the life we live
whether we like it or not
9.
MySpace.
Should it not be
OurSpace?
10.
Bah.
