Alone with thoughts

April 25, 2013

No, but the trees help, and the sky and even the buildings
And the people and the grass and the sun
And the screeching 1 train and the man with that brown paper bag
And the cicadas soaring out of deeply dug holes on the first day of May.
Those goddamn gargantuan red eyed flying insects falling from trees.
They help.

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April 25, 2013

Who ami
whoam I
who I amiwamh

April 22, 2013

You are so beautiful
Sky blue and what a punch, packed.
Stretching me out on the floor.
Tingling my muscles
And my lips when I smile.
And sex when it’s my best performance
When I can seduce a man without shame
If only his dick gets hard.

Insomnia

April 22, 2013

Did you know
The birds start chirping around 3am?
I know that now.
They sing happy tunes, repeating 
in my head and always louder.
I loathe it because my sheets are soaked in sweat
And I’m shivering.

“Washington Square Park”

Children play in back of me.
They’re having fun on swings
And monkey bars.
Their mothers are sitting on park benches,
an enclosed space of X chromosomes.
And I think: I think, agoraphobia.
In front of me a jazz band of hipsters play.
The drummer is good.
Everywhere people sit upon grass,
They surround me.
Some light cigarettes.
They think, “Fuck Bloomberg.”
Some people sip on Starbucks cups
And some read and some write.
We’re sitting on a small patch of grassy land,
In a small park,
Enclosed by tall buildings.
I think of lighting up one of my own,
But my head hurts.
A girl walks in front of me –¬†
She looks safari-chic.
This park is exploding with thoughts.
I can see each passing thought
Float into the clouds.
If we collected every thought in Washington Square Park today,
We would discover world peace.
Or at least,
Cure cancer.