Cinnamon Asthenosphere 14

[owinogourd]

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Here I hold what’s tangible
touching relics brought back
from the surrealist dream of
seventeen hours in New York
City. Walking forward from
10 AM Boots full of rain, head
Full of rain-umbrella?umbrella?
-Eyes full of “the neon-” look
left right “-bullshit” being
washed away to proclaim the
true grey grunge of Old Gotham
real feel city; “DON’T HONK”
but

Comments

[ericbair]

Just wanted to say that I really liked this one. :)

(And to let you know that at least one person reads your poems on here and enjoys them... I clearly haven't been on lj in a while; last semester kind of killed me. But please keep posting them anyway. :) )