actually 19
when I first got to New York
Union Square blackbird
actually 19
when I first got to New York
Union Square blackbird
in eighth grade dreaming
on stairwells to nirvana,
roadways to ruin
minutes of fame, I’m
gonna squander them and turn,
turn around on them
when she was told that
she looked like Elizabeth
Taylor, she just laughed
bookish and full of
dreams the girl was bright, waiting
for her hot minute
in love, he was gay
and kind, we were and still are
kindred spirits, love
between home and the
world, hiding, running city
streets, breathing it in
was a girl in New
York, so young, and, well, poignant
green-eyed, wearing black
my poetic aim
is always to move you and
get there inside you
cleanse, sleep, energy
I am awash in monarchs
gold, black red and new