My studio by the sea

The incense

Cigarette smoke

The neighbors next door racket

The dirt, the grime

Reminds me of Grove Street

And Mac, sleeping

Angelic snores from a lofted bed

Where I sat, idle in the morning

Last nights memory a circus

Holding my piss, hungry

Waiting for Forest to finish his shower

So as I could relieve myself

And head back to Long Island

Where I’d dream of dying

In my studio by the sea

Left: Mac, Right: Me looking down the hall at Forest, BK 2013-2014

Smoke signals in the distance

If you need me I’ll be shit faced

What I mean is I’ll be drunk

I’ll be one among the many few

Who’ve had it with this stuff

What I mean is life in general

And habits to abhor

What I mean are people’s cycles

Like children wanting more

If you need me I’ll be blacked out

What I mean is I’ll be gone

Away from all the hear say

Far from the Wall Of Moms

What I mean is I’ll be silent

What I mean is I’ll be cured

Less sheep among the megaphone

It’s best not to be heard

If you need me I’ll be nameless

What I mean is I’ll be safe

No profit ever profited

From showing off his face

What I mean is Martin Luther King

What I mean is Malcolm X

What I mean is they will kill you

Like that guy from Nazareth

If I need you which I won’t

Look North among the pine

Smoke signals in the distance

Will tell you I am fine

But just in case you need me

I assure you that you won’t

What I mean is here’s another post

No one will ever boast

What I mean is that which serves you

Serves you and you alone

What I mean is followers in time

Will leave you to the crows.

Kyle’s Camel

Kyle’s

Camel

cigarette

smoke

lingers in the air

creeping in my window

wishing me to dare

take another drag

see what you’ve been missing

though if I did decide

to have another kissing

I’d like to think

it would be mid winter

jangling down the streets

of New York City banter

admiring sleepy windows

with a stranger I barely know

after leaving the Wreck Room

now long since closed

and wondering if she feels

the same way I do

taking a long hot drag

while

trying to seem cool

knowing nothing about her

yet desperately wanting to

and they would taste like Brooklyn

they would be Pall Mall Menthol

crisp and clear and clean

like ice on the verge of thaw

we’d be cracking up.