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lament of a happy new yorker

March 14th, 2013 § 0 comments

Poem #60 for Alice Falcone

 

Such a weird feeling

realizing I have everything I have ever wanted

for my life

 

Right at this moment

it is seven fifty seven in the am and

I awoke an hour ago to the sound of the sunrise

and the crash of waves, high tide

on the beach that I now live on

for this moment in my life

 

At this moment

I am sitting in a faded-red leather corner chair

whose arms are giving me my first hug of the morning

(first of eight)

staring out the window as the

blue sky slips itself over the clouds;

two lovers about to part

so the sun can come out and recharge us all;

the mountains holding an armful of water

ready to clean me, echoing the morning calls of serenity

and rock metal music

 

At this moment

I live in old Coney Island

I live at the Mardi Gras

I am a piece of the freak show…

everything I’ve ever wanted

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

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