gigondas

she likes my nose



she likes to pose



new glasses

2nd Ave. Aria

2nd and Houston
going down
into

a hundred years of New York funk
blood
sweat
and tears there

as the F train runs
from Queens-bound
to the BK lounge

today
you're going uptown

38th and 5th
your destination

when you hit street side
you still feel the pulse

like blood rushing
across the City's arterial

lines
below

and you remember
the glamor of
watching other trains pass

the window glare
the silent movie
shutter speed

peek at the car
across the tracks
as the World

at
a
decrescendo

approaches

stillness



that kilk klak heartbeat
that never stops
never stops
never stops

there is no stopping
even when the trains go silent