Classic NYC Story

I’m fainting.
I need… What?
You and food…

I wrote this last year while I was in the hospital. It’s no longer true… my hair looked a mess in the hospital and not so much after I came out of it, but I felt like sharing anyway.

…The house was in an abnormal, ominous lull. There was no music playing. My sister was in the dining room reading about ancient Rome. My mother was writing something. My brother was swearing at the computer and my cousin was helping him. My ex-best friend was in the living room reading a novel about a crazy girl. The people of Oran were dying of the plague, despondent, desperate, and reeking of death. I broke open an orange cream chocolate…

I know that there’s a love story here
I can taste a new innocence
one which I am apprehensive
to write…

This little “gem” was written while I was high on pills on the B44 yesterday evening.

I want you to drink me up slowly like a margarita
I want to intoxicate you straight through to
the other side of your opaqueness.

…you can’t see me
with your translucent eyes
but I can’t dodge you
because you make me angry…

I have reached that time when minutes augment into sixty second intervals, and each of those encases the life of a star…

[...] I turn up your stereo as
the near-silence grows eerie.
Wes Montgomery is playing the guitar.
I am tired. Your voice is like jazz. [...]

Hello and happy September! I’ve decided to do something a little different on this Music Monday. I and my entrepreneurial spirit have decided to start up a speakeasy right here in New York Cyberland so that my subscribers can see exactly how much I was exaggerating when I said that I could sing. If you’re [...]