I am here
mod-podging my mind
with all the dumb words
I could scream
to the world,
but never whisper
to you.
Will you still want
to read these words,
pooling in blood
from my face?
I would let you.
Really, I would.
This poem comes
from Nostalgia
in Times Square,
immortal love
for something,
someone,
long since gone,
called upon
by a firecracker heart.