i <3 new york

today

the poetry is in the faces

the light of day

the street signs

the tall sky

winter is nigh

my heart

a wide open sigh

breathing in new faces

filling in new spaces

the wind is tracing shapes

unfamiliar

to 

me 

i pretend

i practice

try it all on for size

wonder if i can 

rise

to the occasion

as i try 

to decipher

what you are to me

friend 

lover 

acquaintance

mother?

if i gamble 

will i win

if i dive in

will i sink or swim

?

for now 

i'll just breathe you in

and wander

admire you like a lover

dream

a 

dream

of

you and me

underneath

*

today I am milking stars from my bones

in the clink and clank of the coffee shop

i don my diving bell of dreams and sink

under the chatter

imperceptibly

only true jedis can get under the tiles

while a bus wheezes and the man to the left sneezes

and the city breathes its dirty secrets loudly

into every ear and the homeless man groans

I go deep beneath the city streets

under their hot grumbling drone

beneath the mumbles and moans

digging deeply into dirt and stones

inhaling the marrow of fallen sparrows and 

quiet bones

I paw freely into earth's belly with bare hands

scavenging ravaging

feathers death blood fur shit claws sand

I press into the silent pulse

then raise my head for air --

a blink is all you see on the surface of my 

soft stare

these words tangled in my hair

I return

and reach for my coffee

* 

artwork by hans haveron