Gotham, I’ll miss you, but NY, Fuck You, You Fuckity Fucking Fuck

Reflecting on rivers,

and
estuaries.

Moonlight

And city lights
vie
to be first
to wash away
to the oblivion
that is Jersey.

Music flows from the saxman on 45th,
and from under the wheels of the 4/5 at 42nd.
I’m just getting started.

Ghetto gymnasts fling through subway cars,
Half the riders wish them behind bars.

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