New York Word Association
This massive ghost of iron
Comes up on you with stench
and riches.
The loaded old drunk of America.
No wonder I love it so.
No wonder New York and I are secret lovers.
Shhhh Baltimore. Go back to sleep.
Shhhh it's ok. I'm just lusting
for the cheese drips and the lavish trips.
Shhhh little Harbor - of course you are still the one.
Shhhh
Oh Big Apple why do you alure me with your
streets that smell like dirt and rats. Your
people that shirk, shoulder, and shout. Your
time that seems to stop when the money runs out.
My feet alive and my eyes wide.
My hands reaching for every candy drop.
Where your bloated sense of self comes crashing down
is where I love to be found.
New York. New York.
Spring Rain
Starts
Stops
New
Green bones with blue blood
Old
Cease
Fast
Iron flavored crakling lips
Dart
Turn
Snap
Jealous moments rise from ignorant fog
Stomp
Scream
Tap
Agitation over vinegar mixed with the reddest of tomatoes
Gin
Ice
Glass
Begin anew - a boy with no color
Starts
Stops
Born
All times tangled
Can Spam Man Can
The Can Spam Man Can
Can he Ran?
Nan!
Can he sand?
Nan
But Dan can -
Dan can ran and sand.
Let's look at all the wasted;
All the washed up moments
caught in a net
created by definitions.
The Can Spam Man Can
Farewell
Farewell
Farewell
Waving to the boat
Watching
Farewell
Farewell
Let's look at our own hands;
Count the fingers that have counted
so many times
Exactly what went wrong.
The Can Spam Man Can
