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There was a block in Gotham where I walked
late summer through crouching tenements
and toothless men, jingling for change
thrown carelessly as the stars,
and a frantic breeze -
hiding; gone mad.

- 9/29/08

 

Aubade

Oh, Manhattan, I’m in love with you-
your sweat rising through the subway grates
in its pungent musk;
your freaks, your art.

I, too, am a freak-
I, too, will roam through stations of the metro,
eyeing the rats,
and wander home – late even for you,
with dirty shoes and empty pockets.

- 8/15/08

 

Columbia 2

I think: this is where I will become a poet,
standing before the body of my work
as before a slab of marble-
chisel in hand,
ready to carve this writer’s block.

- 9/15/08