Friday, February 5, 2010

Spuyten Duyvill

We slowdown

as we approach

the familiar bend
in the track,

before we
bank left,

hit the gas

with the

fading further
into the past.

The Hudson
licks away
at the ground.

She's a cartoon
with an ice cream cone.

slow, methodical,

trying to taste
as much as possible
without missing a drop.

and I want to divein

feel those waters
I've stared at for so long
slip past epididimal defenses

until my vein canals
carry it
to heart and brain.

only way I think I
could carry more New York
with me.

That sly devil,
she's tempting.

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