All eyes drear in midtown evening and
perhaps the world over. Baby son Jesse
abruptly coils thick beef stroganoff
noodles into his mouth. Sleep at one time
crept over the cities of ancient Egypt and networks
of tiny alleyways and yellow lit
windows were fed by soups of skies
and stars
no different than our current midtown
ramshackle existence ‘cept the public
transit snarls and roars outside
where once the buffalo crowded the
plains and the ancient hunt was
on for the season as the summer makes
preparations to bake the world.
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(March 29th, 2014)
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