Tag Archives: #NYC

THE SLEEPING PROSTITUTE OF TIME

Within the tapestry of life
goes the Mind:
the rest of flesh and bone
remain cat-like;
a sleeping prostitute
of time.

And within heaven all of the
interesting people are missing,
or so says Nietzsche.

But within hell most everyone
says the intersection of Canal
& Mott Streets in Manhattan are
a killer.

And a chorus of drunks fooled
by numbness and unencumbered

by care drown out the naked lunch
of fear and rejection.

That’s the mind singing, you
know.

So few sensuous souls and
so many meaty mannequins!

:: 04-07-2018 ::


AN INCREDIBLE MOMENT IF EVER

DID anyEVER hear patter-
pitter dripping tears
upon the vast roads
of New York City?
And roofs have steeples
as flowers petals
and beggars dreams
as pennies pockets
to sleep within

to taste a Dream
sometimes bitter
to eat a wish
so much sweeter!

And when those dripping
tears splat upon the
path of many-go-doers
it makes me the happy

didWHO someEVER seeBE
the heart who stops
to love it all?

:: 07-18-2015 ::