I shall not lament thee,
mine only coat
I shall cease to treasure thee,
iPod and in-ear buds
All taken from me
all too swiftly,
prematurely
151 Rivington,
oh address which shall forever scorch the fields of my mind,
cursed be your nocturnal hours
and may your water be filled with yeast
tasting as foul as this grievance bestowed upon me.
But should you return to me
sweet possessions
should mine frigid bones
be held in your sweet embrace
and mine ears accepting of your
sad seductive songs,
I would but sing poems not known to man or womanhood
(save for that one ineffable evening at university)
from every corner of every street
of this deceptive maiden-
this proud city of ours-
and dance in the light of stars and sun
evermore.
ps Happy Birthday Nikki.
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