Not a football type
Not a sportsman
Or a marksman
Not a fleet-footed runner
Not a Hercules
Different
But not to much
I’m the other guy
A craftsman of words
Tied up in outlandish hopes
Of artistic fancies
Guess I would rather be
Walking than dancing
Who received
The goal achieved
The investor sequestered
The average man forgotten
Kick-backs
Go all the way to the top
Not to the saved
But to the saving
Not to be returned
Kick backs stale
Kick backs burned
Dear deer
As you walk over the street
Remember that what you
Can not see
You must hear
Or walk faster
Deer
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 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
I know it will all change
Places
Hands
Roomates
Tiny specks will remain
Of the neighborhood I knew
For just a moment
I was late to the party
Closed it down
What seems meaningless
Will be much more important to me
Miles down
The road
So this one goes out to the neighborhood
It was short
But it was good
Oh to fly
Away from the noise
Higher than the clouds
Get away
When the world
Is pulling me down
Oh to fly like a bird
In a fresh moment
Go with the wind
Go sing songs
Songs of love
Songs of hope
Birds will fly
I wish I could go
On a mission
Or a great diversion
Walks on nights
Needed to refresh and start again
In winters hands
Cold and wired
Late night walks
Are sometimes
Required
A new type of certainty
A falling away of certain
Today is today
The moment is now
Can’t hope for anything more
Right now
Just live in the moment
Now
What would it take
To get a seat in the cafe
In Williamsburg
Off 6th
Sunday
As the sunlight
Glistens I’m off
Frozen streets
Keeping an eye
For an opening
As the groups of people
Come and go
Bustle to and fro
A seat is precious on a Sunday
At best I can reminisce at how
We once had a seat at the cafe
On an easy Wednesday
But today now a seat was open
Not an empty chair
The sun continues to flow in the windows
Like streams of gold thistle
Through the trashed Christmas trees
Not a seat to be had today
So seats are to be envied
On a brisk Sunday in the cafe
On 6th Street
A Cup of Songwriting 