threw a bracelet in the East River.
peed on the Williamsburg Bridge.
now dancing at The Delancey.
alone without worry or phone.
delusions are just illusions.
without the confusion of self.
I love the feeling of being at a concert or club.
and sweeping my eyes across the crowd.
digesting what they have chosen to telegraph.
about who they are and what they like.
vis-a-vis band shirts, jewelry, etc.
the big ol' summer moon.
doesn't belong to me.
somewhere there is a UPS driver.
grabbing a slice on his nightshift.
it belongs to him, too.
who we are.
is more than what we've done.
but how far we've come.
dance music for old people.
Erasure is a bit too loud.
but I forget the past.
ignore the forever future.