Ode to Control

Letting go

In a time like this

Wood burning mess

When the times are hard

An ode to control

Is called

Norms of ideals

Exist no longer

When the ice melts

And turns into water

From my tiny apartment in NYC

Packing up my life

City to city

A republicĀ in confusing times

And settings

Ode to control

If I were a risky man

I would be betting


Round the Corner

The simple smell

Can trigger so many memories

Roasting coffee

In Williamsburg

Takes me to years

On the road

So fresh and clean

Yet Smokey and full

The roast roars our into the air


And bringing back

Memories of good 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