say nothing to
the sky
and the reasons
why;
test face,
manipulated.
Let’s ask
questions about the questions of life.
I am a hungry
crowd.
heat in our
hand,
a regular man.
when it rains,
it’s teeth,
sorry to
disappoint you.
It’s not our
birthday.
Ever.
I’m not sure I ever
bought those words.
Steal away my
knuckles,
My nights, my
age, my means of giving extra everything,
for
I smell the
fire, nice and high.
Eat poetry
end of winter,
end of Brooklyn,
end of McGolrick Park,
end of McGolrick Park,
still a sweet
kid.
I am ready to be
out of sight.
Duck to the
rain,
duck to the
cover!
No cover
like…people singing.
The last three
minutes are the quickest,
carrying on like
magics,
and inside
jokes;
the last three
minutes are my burdens,
Utica Avenue, 2
mins.
Good book,
goodbye.
We can be scared
and
still be
immortal.