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New york

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I met god in a movie theatre
He kept shushing me
I walk along these new York streets
And the whoosh of cars keep hushing me

I met with mike from the Bronx
I said “Hello” and he cut me off
I went to the botanical garden
And all the flowers choked me
Allergens be damned in New York

I went to Staten Island
The coastline stifled me
I boarded the Staten Island ferry
The waters lulled me to sleep

I boarded a boat to Manhattan
The skyline overawed me
The ways of this world
Daunting me.

© 2016

New Shoes

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shoess

Gonna get me a porkpie hat
Sit in new York and listen to jazz
Kick my feet back, relax
Just what the doctor ordered
When I get out of Alcatraz

He said
Get them new shoes
And wear ‘em in
Don’t listen to that gype
when they can’t handle your stripes

And remember young man
When they generalise
It may be true
But that’s your chance
To be an individual you!
So get on those damn new shoes

© 2016 May

Love is what we choose

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You don’t need to sit down 
 To put on ya slip on shoes
 Hurry up
 We got a lotta dancing to do
 Shmoozing round these streets
 Romancing our dues
 The star lit canvas, is certainly our muse
 We don’t need to sing the heart break blues
 If love is what we choose 
 
 © 2016 May

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On the cusp

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Shielding my eyes from the sun 
 I see you in that summer dress
 Who’d have thunk it 
 The blue eyed girl whose heart I won
 and the brown eyed boy 
 I’m always torn 
 On the brink of sex and ruin 
 Always just on the cusp from love

© 2016 May

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Waiting room.

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I’m not the best of men
 There is no hero 
 Behind my eye sockets
 Unblinking to the aftermath
 Of human anguish 
 Ready to take on the world 
 Even if it hurts
 
 No. 
 My body is just a derelict waiting room
 where a boy awaits
 Dressed in postman pat pj’s 
 

© 2016 April

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Fossil lumberjack

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I want to go excavating
 For dinosaur bones
 Got my checkered shirt
 Camera too
 Though I might need to get some
 Better outdoor shoes

They call me the fossil lumberjack
 Always was the nerd
 With dinosaur biscuits in his backpack
 Playing dinosaur trumps
 Till we lost or won
 Or maybe that was
 Just yesterday

Don’t mistake me
 For a hipster
 Though I’m
 Still a kid at heart
 The cigarettes between my fingers
 The only sign of adulthood 

© 2016 April

 

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Perfume

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Traces of your perfume
 Linger caressing the air
 Like your fingers
 Subtle approach 
 Coy under veils 
 Lest we be caught 
 
 I sink into your aroma
 The ghost of your
 Voluptuous breasts 
 Dancing, quivering 
 Embraced between your thighs
 Enthralled by the movement 
 Of hips 
 
 Biting landmarks 
 On each other skin 
 I think I’ll just sit
 And let those memories
 Sink in

©2016 April

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