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Getting Off

Getting off at Harold square
At 330 am
Coming up out of the dark tunnels
From the Q train

the lights are bright
From the skyscrapers
And overbearing billboards
Assaulting your nervous system

Radiating the city smell
Of urine, hotdogs, metallic
And ozone
Assaulting your respiratory system

As the sleepless city loud
homeless, drunk,
And impatient drivers
Assault your hearing

From the Q train
Coming up out of the dark tunnels
At 330 am
Getting off at Harold square

I don’t give a thought to any of it
Just want to get this woman back
To the Penn hotel
Before she changes her mind

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Half – Awake

Dwindling thumbs, my brain tingling from rum, I must be dumb
To not know how to present myself
Alas, there I sat on my top shelf
Staring down as I felt – the hands of another running on my leg. The touch shared a vibrant warm, misleading with intentions unknown. Sweet lips, tasty like a ice cream cone. An embrace equal to the oblivious nirvana Budda placed emphasis on. What do I take from this? I don’t know if it’s permanent but I will enjoy this endeavor until the last bell tolls….. DING!

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What I want

She is just smokin’

I want to put her to my lips for a drag

Classy and subtle, her walk is just so fierce

Her words caress my ear as if they made love to my subconscious and out came my mind

She runs it everytime.

Those eyes of hers pierce me with every glance

When we lock, they dance

In the night sky, soaring high and by…yet I’m too shy

She makes me quiver with anticipation, so this is my proclamation!

Of love…to you, this from my heart is true.

If I hand you my shoe, place it on your foot and then feel the dents in my soles that match my soul for the toll I’ve paid

Do you feel the same way? Don’t mind me, my mind’s eye is blind see…

So my mouth decides to speak in order for you to hear me

I just want to taste you forever…

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Haiku: 17

Sometimes I feel young.

I can smell lunchroom plastic,

and taste sandwich burps.

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