goodnight 6 years…

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…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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