these city streets...

to tire of words
that say nothing.
the external validation of
this one and them some--
to shred bits of self by
each -other--nodding not
for blue---
just a frolic kiss
of bitter brew--
adieu--
adieu--
adieu--
*
scene two:
What few realize about a true NewYorker is:














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it is what it is...
or is it?