All in All

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

Try to Unfetter then again, Beset

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

 

Joy Ride

We kid ourselves that we have control

Power 

And dominance

We try to fake her

The all powerful

Mother Nature

Control her 

But at the end of the day

We have no say

Strange how we arrange our lives

Containing no awareness

We should listen to her

70 degrees in December

It’s more than just weather

Whether or not we act

Enact

Or react

It may be too late

As we watch the sun fade

On a 70 degree December day

The heat is not right 

Mother Nature very well may not be on our side

But we will tell ourselves we are alright

Money power greed back in plane sight

And care melts away

As ignorance can enjoy one last

Joy ride

A Small Splinter

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

The Streets of Manhattan

Only in New York

Can you meet a legend on the street

Step inside and share bagels

And eat

From the Upper West side

To the East Village

It shatters any image

You have in your head

Straight talking fellas

On the Avenue

Just another normal day

For me and you

But legends shake hands

With people sipping their

Daily brew

Unusual but true

This could only truly happen

Out on the streets

Of Manhattan

White Floors in Brooklyn

White floors

In Brooklyn

Don’t stand even the slightest

Chance

Against feet

That have trod all day

Night

Evening

Through to morning light

Imperfections will be made

As one foot

The next is laid

White floors in Brooklyn

Are a high price to be paid

 

Distorted Unequal Wobble

The light passes through glass

Rigid at the top

Distorted unequal wobble

Of light through the bottle

Incandescent lit up flutter

Transparent empty 

Filled and dashed away

Sips of cold water saved

Into the hot wash

Cracked plastic dry

On the table coop 

In this coffee shop

  

Light Bean Roasted

The Brooklyn Cafe

Seven up hot drinks

Laughter

Tunes

Common swoons

While the coffee machine croons

To stiff business collars

And relaxed jackets

Soft sips

Furrowed brows

White tables decorated with coffe stain

Constant drone of the roaster

Light bean roasted 

In the Brooklyn Cafe

  

Pfizer and Allergan, Please

 

I read

In the New York Times

Major corporations

Move overseas

Conglomerate fakes

For certain tax breaks

Yet they all expect

If they see a hole in the street

Or need to call the police

That all is well

Quick responses

To their high rise suite

How does it work

Let’s put Capitalism on display

Say that making money

Is the ultimate goal

This I understand

But to cut your dues short

Of what you owe

To have the same expectations

Around you

But have less money to owe

I find this ironic sense of entitlement

A great piece exposing

An even greater dissent

I find it morally deviant

To grab the cash

And make the midnight dash

Move “operations” overseas

To see how big your tax break can be

It would seem that violates the calling

Of watching each others back

Taking care of others

If they are stalling

All for a little extra cash befalling

To these companies I wave goodbye

I just scratch my head and sigh

Is it just a sign of the times

Take what you can and fly

Morally, I would rather die

Than watch these sick

Money grabbing bastards

Eat our pie