tis warm…
6 years…
warm…
have i looked for you…
have i looked…
have i…
Manhattan…
bodegas…Chinese groceries…Bronx…Brooklyn too…
behind buildings…bathrooms…bars…Greek diners at 3…
Bryant Park…Madison…Central…
Alphabet City was bare…
gazed in Montreal…
imitation…imitation…
fake French accents…
seedy secondry…wanting a flame…
a flicker…of your brilliance…
parked in lots under moon’s kiss…
never seen…Montpelier…New Haven…Philly’s arms did not embrace…a vagabond turned-away…
to midnight growls in streets of muck-n-mire…by painted ladies strolling past…and children selling candy on corners to drive-through buyers…slowing-down just enough…just enough…
ghosts…aberrations…dancing banshees…hauntings…clarity eluded…confusion tomorrow’s hangover…
not once of love’s lips was i kissed…not once…
till now…till now…
6 years in exile…
life abandoned…
and in this darkened hour…
down a hall…away from streetlight’s glow…
warmth does lay…warmth does lay…
…,honey…come back to bed,…
a minute… a minute love…
kk…
goodnight 6 years…
goodnight…
