New York because I said so



A day of minutes

Seconds like leaves

Like leaves are disloyal city characters

In brittle congregations

Near shelter dirt and department store cigarette breaks



Stale Irish brew peels the white

Away from mid morning eyes

Already three lies awake



To make matters worse

Our hearts are broken



Next morning our story starts more specific



Hearts don’t matter here



Tiled grogginess

Tiling grogginess



Slow flying gutter puddle

Accompanies a man’s cage walk

Defines his punch line altitude



This building works hard

This building works the same job for three generations

This building works as long as epochs

Produce money and minstrels



One third of this building does not know that it is a third

It woke up groggy

We want to get high



Imagine meaningless water

Imagine orphans making a pact to never have kids

Imagine going to work

This is our first sip



Who knew that concrete would play such a big part in ecological facts

And that mid morning eyes would leak surprise and hate laughter



Overcrowded

The emotion of conspiracy

And toy property rights



There are only two kinds of people in this world



One kind owes you money



Category rooftops

Capitalism stands flamboyant in lines that wrap around waterfronts

People pass through

Cadillac swimmer and children who walk on water



That building means margin

Half block toy shelf

Gladiator industry

The nothing business

The nobody



There’s a figure in the window

Why does it always look nervous?



The 5 train has pillowcases through out its Franklin Ave Station

Subway station police remind me of pillowcases



Soundless playground

This 3am train



Childish economics

In full self portrait enthusiasm



In vulnerable slumps

We race whistling tracks

To some cousin of health



This is your city

Your underground



This anonymously high floor

Became a friend that doesn’t know me



A writer’s mountain

Where lineage collapses its span

Into your girlfriend’s cigarette



Also where strangers

Lend me temper

And proletariat lunch



Arms between bricks and midtown fantasy

A manic border

Sort of back then



Enemies

Will not

See each other

Later

In

America’s heaven



New york

Because I said so