somewhere in Brooklyn.
But pizza makes me think.
Something else is songs.
From long ago.
Suzanne still has me.
somehow I wish for winter.
every single damn day.
goodbye to myself when.
and Kendra Jean is long gone.
I found a Hewlett Packard printer.
somewhere in Midtown Manhattan.
But the river has pain.
and it is on the wall.
because of comedy.
But do I really want to know?
we are all somewhere.
we are all nowhere.
steady as drunk dead darts.
snorted, melted, written.