tears by the dozen
someone
is counting
backwards

a refill
the empty glass
filled with trouble

deep breathing in
a coma
shades and textures
tactile indifference

believe you said
in what i wonder
shifts the shape
poverty in 3
dimensions

takes a train
sits in back
plays the harmonica

you never really got
paid

move there
and you will
never
have to take
another
vacation

hums like
a small engine
the sound of music
only you can
make

now it echoes
moves from
room to room
skips a couple
you need to
come back
and re-appear

maybe everywhere
touching you
then it breaks

turn it off
shut it down
rest in peace
remember

the day you came here
and the day you left

the peppermint tea
you left
is so good
add some honey
hot water
and sip

until
get use to
not
seeing you
in the morning
afternoon
and night

loving someone who
does not
fit
the norm

if you whisper
i will hear

brooklyn
near manhattan
not far
from the bronx

once
went atop
the world trade
center

saw wall street
a hot dog vendor
a pretzel saleswoman

yonkers and staten
island

beautiful new jersey

the sunset over
union city

took a tunnel
went
under the hudson
then north
to the cloisters

if you whisper
i will listen

call it
art
or suicide

as the
camera
shows
your face
and
fingers

shows how
you
dress and
eat

shows how
you
drive and
fuck

shows it all
then
eats your
soul

whatever that is

might
have
a day
a few months
maybe
a few years
until
it all
disappears

your work was on
the sofa
with her arrival

that is why
there is piss all over
even
heard you crying

soft
sounded like a child

know you
try
and
never quite
get it right

stumble over
cracks
and bottles
empty of soda

who are you
anyway

filled with intention
good
real
forgotten words
relaxing
cocktail

having overcome
depression
elation
everything
but yourself
sings
like an apricot

born before rain
term oil existing
and
the guy on the corner
was
not right

i know because
i know

having
touched your hand
watched
you disappear