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Forward progression
Is all that will be permitted
No accident acquited
While in the chair I sit
Working words into phrases
Of decent proposal
Halfway hope
Left over
Tired and No Eraser
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Tag Archives: New York Times
Day to Be
The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
Back and Forth
Leaving the city
Back and forth
Working for our dream
Letting go of what is in between
The city grew us up
In much-needed ways
Now we feel that
We must get away
Steep rent and subtle
Increase in food
All that is need for it
To come undone
What if we held on
But held back
From our dreams
Giving up for the city things
The One Spot
The one spot
A table in reservation
Not one close to the door
Where the wind blows
One on the other side
Where it’s warm all day
That’s the spot coveted
In New York City
Away from the door
On a cold winters day
Walk into the cafe
And hope
For a nice spot
Be Clear
Be clear without hesitation
Wait for nothing
Understated
How to move
In these times
Requires
Not aversions
But straight lines
A Good Day
Do you think it will be a good one
The man leans in
To his friend
Hoping for a positive message back
That will be sent
On a cold day in New York City
What makes a good day
What makes a bad day
On the streets of Manhattan
Looking up at the tall buildings
While the people keep passing
I think it will be a good one
With sunshine and charity
Let’s hope for a good one
Today
A Head Start
I didn’t want to get going
It was a humid morning in house
Frigid out
The clatter of opening stores
With freight trucks whipping by
The cold has a different feel before
The sun
It settles a little deeper
As the day opens up
The world does as well
I have seen in my own eyes
These early New York City mornings
When all feels off
Yet it is perfectly right
Head Down
Hopes and dreams
Pretty distant things
As in one moment
Creeps away
With speedy wings
How should I proceed
When the headlines
Read
All is headed down
Across the world
A giant frown
I guess I will just
Keep a brisk pace
And keep my own head down
Survival in New York City – An Epidemic Begins
Ching
Ching
Ching
$40 gone
A snack split by two
$20
2 slices of pizza
$8
Ching
Laundry
$20
Time
Gone
Ching
Restaurants with higher prices
Meeting higher rents
Ching
Old apartment
Barely able to host guests
While the rent inflates
Uncontrollably
Ching
Instability
Toothpaste
Toilet paper
Ching
Ching
Falling hopes of reservations
How can the prices keep soaring
Questions now
In every situation
“What do you do for a living”
“How do we… live?”
Ching
Coffee $5
Parking
Free
Thank God
How can a city run so freely
Yet so dangerously
Close
To default
How do we survive
What do we do
The Questions
Are now being
Asked in every quadrant
Flee
Maybe
Ching
Let’s call it a night
Don’t Become It
Don’t become tired and angry
Don’t let the easy part
Get you
In our own reverb room
We are trapped
If we only look for what we want
We look
Please look
Beyond
Continue to be human
And understand
That is the only path
In these times
Stated in The Times
Humanity required
For future generations
We inspire
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