Love Letters To NYC
 

Dedication

Haiku ode to you,

Our sixteen year liaison,

NYC, my love.


Neighbors

Sixty three units,

Walls with invisible eyes,

My own little box.

Umbrellas

Wind blown, inside out,

Vanquished again, café floor.

Five-buck umbrella

Cost of Living

Babe boomers fucked us.

But it’s ok, Elon’s here.

Last resort, there’s Mars.

Rats

Your dad is Splinter.

Rancid pizza victuals,

Third rail fear? Not me.

Apartment

Four hundred square feet,

Use my oven for storage,

Dishwasher? Yeah, right.