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.
