Unequal substitute
Fulfills a desire though
With nothing to shoot
It is the Scarlet Letter of clothes
The melted plastic of Pleather
Adorned on shoulders and cars
Filling up the seats of old bars
Rather than take life of an animal
Smooth to the touch
Offering a little much
More than a substance
An idea
Pleather over leather
Not ideal, never
It start rather
A car revving it’s engine
We are not moving yet
But it is a much better bet
The glaze of icing on the streets
Ice skating in layered sheets
Less than 2 feet of snow
But back to the new cold
The first storm of the winter
Came in thick
With ice brittle
Thinner
I enjoy he cold but stay warm
When the snow is done
I undue my jacket
Relax
Winter is back
Notes unclear
A year newly wed
To the laughs of
What the joker said
Uneasy decisions
Laying upon eager mantle
It was never my plan though
It was unclear
A year of reflection
Upon the drum of my ear
Pounds the light sound
Of changing throughout the year
The change would happen
Regardless of my decisions
Blurred my future visions
So on a day of reflection from 2015
Much is to be seen
In 2016
Yet another year
Sheer running it seems
Wandering and walking
Christmas Eve comes quickly
A new year seemingly
Upon me
A year spent
All over the world
Whirling around
Behind the wheel of a car
Far in he free air
Upon a Christmas Eve near
Here is the next year
Ode to complication
How you have grown
From such a little boy
To full blown man
You used to have no role
In my life
Absent at times
Now more full time
Coming on stage
During the Holidays
Bending truths
Subjecting relationships
To misunderstandings
How I would not fear you
Growing up
But as I age
I see the ripples
Growing on a sleepy lake
Unfortunately it seems
You have arrived
Not ethereal
But on my life’s front door
Now that your here
I will now have to learn to adapt
Grow
Accommodate this new arrival
I wish you not the best
But that we can both exist
It happens in Brooklyn
Crazy weekends
Working through odd ends
Songs and book ends
Stories of Wall Street and
Conglomerations
A satisfying feeling
Just staying home
Low key and alone
Maybe watch a movie
From my phone
We set out on a wild journey
Never know what was around
The corner
We are getting warmer
Sleeping in our car
Only warranted
A rite of passage in this city
Sleeping on the streets
Can be shitty
Be now I relate more
The struggle
Of the next man just trying to get by
In a city that can
Just fly by
We slept in the car
How have we come so far
Life in New Your City is highly
Unexpected
From the depths of your soul
Life resurrected
It was cold
The car was comfy
We adjusted
Throughout the night
My wife and I
Sleeping on the streets of Brooklyn
Just another car on the side
No one would ever know
Everyone has a place to go
But us tonight
So we slept in the car
All in all
We are alright
On cold Brooklyn Night
Oh sweet over scented detergent
Urgent runs to the laundromat
Cleansing liquid of shirts and hats
The ode to the time saver
I know nothing
Of the bubble reducing liquid
On Driggs Avenue I will take you
Replenish my garmets
From jeans to armpits
Undoing yesterdays Thai food
Making my clothes fresh and new
Upon the shoulders of a clean towel
I rekindle my life
Re centered and clean
How expensive in Brooklyn
The costs of a simple wash
Can cost
But without sweet detergent
I may be lost
Forgive and forget
Somehow it is more feasible
To forget to forgive
Unrelenting nagging betterment
Maybe I can forget and forgive
That would be the best set
Unsettling but better yet
Try to unfetter then again, beset
Unrelenting in the development
Of forgiveness
Relinquish
Yet remain unbent
I ponder my own capability to forgive
Inability even at times
For my own betterment
I guess I wake up consistent
Inefficient the ways of holding on
Suffer on
Try to turn turmoil and emotion rawness
Harness the nowness
Look into the eyes of bewilderment
And be less aggressive and more understanding
Planning to forgive
Compliment and try
To forget
An attitude of wait and see
Content contemplating
What will transpire eventually
Will happen most gradually
All over the city
Dawned a breathe of Spring
In mid December
That is not the winter
I remember
Unseasonable
Unmistakeable
Get out your summer garments
Rather than act on ambitions
What if we do to much to late
Way after the point where
We matter
After all norms have been
Shattered
Would we care then
Would we decide to move
Move to actions
Actions of productive manner
Rather than cheap reactions
Or will we grab our t shirt
Enjoy a summer in winter
Remove and dispose of care
As if a small splinter
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