We learn and endure
Expose and secure
What we want to be known yet silenced.
We invite and allure
No behavior demure
But pretend we are coy and quiet.
Will you speak,
Can I seek
Something that makes sense in the end?
With no intention to defend
nor to amend
Maybe it won’t make sense in the
Dear New York,
Every time I see you, you strike me with vision, awe, sensation, admiration. Let’s just say it’s like love at first sight- love at first sight, second sight, thirteenth, fiftieth… Love at Broadway, Bowery, Madison, Houston. I would ask you to go easy on me, but I only have a few days. I want all of you. A few moons later, when it’s all over, you still won’t remember my name, but I’ll always remember yours. My dear, New York.
-a city exquisite doesn’t remember every face, name, art, and wonder, but every face, name, art, and wonder remembers the city exquisite.
You think poetry is dead.
I see revival
an art form
full of guts and surrender.
You looked at me with black eyes and
Summoned me with the sound of your own name.
I wish to use you,
But never abuse you.
I have a desire to know more,
Really include you.
Does it bother you that you go unnoticed and are oftentimes
Do people remember you only to forget you?
I would never do that.
I hand you to them, so that they may have a chance
To be as enamored with you
As I was when we first met.
But do not fear.
Even if they reject you,
You will always have me.
-becoming a friend to a word you just met