through the city
giving the finger to innocent victims
as well as my uninnocent past.
Is uninnocent a word?
Hell, is innocent even a word?
There is no innocent things
in this world, besides the breeze.
Over the triborough bridge
I spit my gum out.
Yes, I have been chewing gum lately
and whitening my teeth.
Newness has to start somewhere
just as oxygen starts the air,
and I am just as lost as before,
but now I have a direction...quick.