Thursday, June 26, 2014

5516. I REALIZE WHAT IT IS I MISS

I REALIZE WHAT IT IS I MISS
It's the darkness and gloom, those old gray 
streets, the solid concrete and steel, the 
shadows everywhere, like dusk at all time.
 Everything today is like a carnival -
color and plastic and play.
I want to go back, under
the Grand Central ramp - 
where everything dark
creeps by me.

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