for DH
So many minutes,
hopeful shoulder dozing—
So many neighbors,
High-rise project swampland
And last stop.
Weeping wound
Weeping desert,
wood worn and songs petering
nothings running ...
... ...
...
Where did the day go? Where did the year?
Pole-dancer, jerking for a quarter
the Coney Island princess
has lost her shine.
And everyone looks unamused
And everyone is a part of the show
Just who do we think we are?
It’s cold. The Comet has stalled.
Here is where fathers
bring their weekend babies
Tattered cat, grifters.
3 darts for a dollar
Deflated balloons.
Murky ocean, deserted walk
Tell you what: this one’s free!
Tell you what, this one’s on me.
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