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Hey everyone,

I apologize for being so neglectful with my blog. It's hard getting back into the swing of things again. So many things going on in my non-internet life. Sorry. This is going to be a quick one though.

I am currently in Astoria, Queens waiting for my friends to finish getting ready, and then we are off to the parade in the Village. I have been here since Friday and I am loving it big time. All of the great food and places to go. Unlike Albany, which is very generic and very PC, the city is much, much different. One of the things that I truly enjoy about NYC is the diversity. I love that they have neighborhoods here. And ethnic stores!!! I once asked someone in Albany where the nearest Jewish deli was and they were offended and accused me of being racist and prejudicial. For crying out loud, all I wanted was a decent pastrami on rye! Maybe it's my Bronx upbringing, IDK. I just love being here and not having to watch what I say for fear of offending some overly PC asshole. Guess what Albany? I ate Chink last night! and then I went to a bodega! LMAO!

Holy crap! I can feel my Bronx coming back! Okay, enough of my ranting here.

Here is a tittie break for you all.



I do know that I owe a few people some email response. Please be patient with me. I promise to get to all of them this week. I also promise to write a much kinder and gentler blog next week.

Well, I am being rushed out of here now, but not before one more boobie break, and a poem or two. You didn't think I was going to let you off that easy did you?

Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening!



loves speed

loves speedometer goes 0-120
in less than 10 secs and doesnt
know what it means to take
it slow.

for you see we like
to say lets take it slow
to get to know each other
but whether you take it slow or
let love n attraction have its
way loves speedometer runs at its
own course n speed

you say im going to take it slow this time
yet when you and that special someone are
together your slow speed becomes hyper speed

for your heart begins skipping beats
your breathing begins to race and the
butterflies begin to swarm within
say youre going to talk smooth to
her however you began to stutter
becoming tongue tied in her presence


feeling like you are in high school
once again. your hands begin to yearn to
touch her. you begin to see and only think of
her only. no matter what you say
love and attraction takes its own speed
on the pace n growth of the
relationship

so yeah sure lets
take it at loves pace for
love is the vehicle of your heart..loves speed .

migration

The subway migrates daily:
Bronx to Brooklyn, Manhattan to Queens.
Round trip is lengthened by pit stops
at nearby concrete conifers.
A platform which raises our senses
to the clickety-clack rhythm,
beating wheels against steel.

The subway is an airplane
with clipped wings,
monitored underground.
Hibernating from city sounds,
a cavern which holds the cold,
amplifies the heat,
and can become over-
saturated with the dew
of dusty mornings.

Altos and Sopranos voices take turns
reminding us to mind the gap,
between ourselves and this wild-thing
which threatens (upon instruction)
to snap a limb or elbow off,
if we do not stand clear.

But as it rattles,
my number one flies, shoots
like a rocket, propelled
by mechanical impulses.
Through the tube, the cage that has yet
to be broken, that has yet to
release my # 1.