Friday, January 15, 2010

A young dog at 28

We stayed up talking til 6
but that was still the 9th
because we hadn't been to sleep yet
birthday brunch with mimosas n Budwosas
then freeze in boxers on the f train stop
over the end of the Go on Us canal,
I do not Go on It

By the time we got to Union Sqr
it was dark and he had a bottle
whiskey in my coffee,
time to dance and shout
"New York, take your pants off!"
pantsless people in Whole Foods cafe
pantsless people in barnes and Noble

he read a poem there, loudly
without pants, Ted Berman, he says
he says he waited all his life
to read it, he says, it is about
the twenty eighth birthday, i listen
it is good, a clerk feels like adding
grow up! I add grow young!

then there was the party on
the boat on some godforsaken
canal without a view of manhattan
but it was all glorious
and i hunched by the fire in my
valentino tie and harris tweed
cooking for the young folks

Yeah Bklyn, Gowan us, or 'somebody's kill'

still, it is just water

cold now, frozen to puddle yr piss on

think it's melting?, naw

grilling and sauteing over a Franklin stove's coals

my son is 28

i don't know where the F

I am

happy....

Yeah Bklyn, Gowan us, or 'somebody's kill'

still, it is just water

cold now, frozen to puddle yr piss on

think it's melting?, naw

grilling and sauteing over a Franklin stove's coals

my son is 28

i don't know where the F

I am

happy....
Iam happy.

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