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Author: rev.jpfadeproof
ASL Info:    27/m/nyc
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Everything has become hazy:
 
The beating-heart stars,
The yawning street-lamps,
The petulant pink-neon signs,
The yellow smear of taxis,
The thudding steps of theater patrons,
The steam rising from manhole covers like braying beasts,
The whinnying of police sirens,
The clunking of turnstiles like forgotten coins,
The hissing of slithering subway cars,
The moon crawling up trees, and
The rain sliding her hands down the back of 8th Ave-
 
I’ve taken a turn at
W. 51st and Broadway-
 
The last place life made sense.
Where I forgotten my parcels stuffed with
 
Sky under the church altar.
Irretrievable.
 
And so the years have passed.

So many years have
Passed.
Oh
The
Years
That
Have
Passed.
 
© DiCicco Cosentino
 
 

 




Submitted on 2019-07-16 02:15:34     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Very NY! Perchance there one day would be an opportunity to take it all in and further this dialog in verse.
| Posted on 2019-09-16 00:00:00 | by CrypticBard | [ Reply to This ]


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