tis calm…

tis calm…
cars go by…sounding like ocean waves…
sun cracked like yoke on a plate…

and here i sit…
with thoughts of an old monk…
prayers lifted…life restored…

last March…
slept in a metal chair…
Gotham’s gift…

sanctuary sought at Washington Square…
hustling down 8th Avenue…
chow at Apostle’s on 1st…

and here i sit…
with thoughts of an old monk…
prayers lifted…life restored…

a Midwest room…
confidant…
warm blankets…

now…
in this…
i am at peace…

tis calm…
cars go by…sounding like ocean waves…
sun cracked like yoke on a plate…

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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