: of course

everything fantastic looks simple
elemental value and i am attracted to your step
your stray hair, your belt
loop, the border that lines your
moving mouth, oh
it has always been ridges--
ridges & ridges & yours, especially,
that move me.

: I know you love Manhattan, but you ought to look up more often.*

There's a place where the air
is fresh and the water
is clean and the scenery
is green,
              Who likes this shit?
The competitive
hill climbers are thin like rails, but strong
              What is wrong with these people?

Meanwhile,

 the city's hung with flashlights!
the Ferry's unbuttoning its vest!

It's like a locomotive on the march, the season
      of distress and clarity

*F. O'Hara

: with a mighty expectation of relief *

we eat words
before sunrise
chop fresh and fill to the line—
and we number new feelings
after noon-time

then wait
that familiar 
wait.




*L. Cohen