Snow covered Boston today.
I have not written this for several reasons.
Here is a glass of New York.
The river isn’t frozen.
I found the blind spot after the coffee. Less pills
more books in my ears. More bells. The horse and carriage is just out of reach.
The snow ate New York.
Here is my head full of bottles of Perrier. (Yes, I am repeating the word
focus
over and over and over). This is Mother Goose who is dead
(ringing in my ears). This New York is Boston.
It is clouds without cake (and equals San Francisco).
Strum your guitar because you like cake (frozen chocolate).
