a few decades too late

snow fell at a dream speed
while we didn't sleep

last night

was a nightmare.

a squirrel dies stuck in a discarded,
decaying pumpkin- they decompose
together slowly- their skeletons
become exposed

and I smile-cry for I
now know the meaning
of life.

the city can get a person dizzy;
honking horns, racing cars,
blinking lights, the stench
of surrender, of pain,
of living, of narcotics,
of death

sting

like looking into sun-bright light

only moments after emerging
from darkness-

I caught a glimpse of
humanity. it was too
much for me so I shut-closed
my eyes and now I do not see.

I caught a cold
I caught an std

when America fucked me

I could not breathe
I caught a train
I had to leave.

we took the metro-north upstate;
the air was a bitter cold all around

was a sound
bouncing off
of buildings
big

like an echo
of a song

I used to know-

I bundled/lit/stood up,
and continued to wait
for a ride

that seemed to arrive
a few decades too late.