Tag Archives: New York

Bklyn

Brooklyn’s heart beat courses through my feet,
Jackhammer and carhorns,
Borequa mulatto girl with headphones dancing counterpoint to the construction.

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Musical! the Meta-Musical

31 Plays in 31 Days is done! And I have completed it! Today’s entry is Musical the Meta-Musical, a farcical romp that includes silliness, cameos by the playwright, parodies of Broadway shows, and references no one will ever get! Music to come as soon as I get them recorded!

Weather

Weather is a conversation extrapolated from a conversation I had yesterday about season, and the seasons in NY. Despite living in Las Vegas for about five years now, I seem to still identify primarily with the state I grew up in (even if I lost my accent before I even left there half a decade ago.

This, my 125th post, follows a man shoveling his walk, talking to his new neighbor from California about the shifts in climature the new resident can expect.

You Can Read This in Which and Any Way That You Please

You can read this in which and any way that you please,

because you’re still going to make messes with the greatest of ease.

Yet nearly a year, we’re still here, though the road has been rocky at best.

Both east to Far Rock now and westward to Staten,

yet we’ll always have Brooklyn, our center to stand in.

You see with flaws come perfection, if this I could see clearly,

on the daily basis and

still think it uneerie.

It’s like you keep peering down deeper than self still exists,

the proverbial “we,” turned subsequently to reality.

Because I’m pissy, preoccupied, and preposterously prone to prissy fits of pessimistic pretension.

If only this, the things I never say every day,

You make me see myself in a different way.

You make me see myself in a different way.

If only this, the things I never say every day,

because I’m pissy, preoccupied, and preposterously prone to prissy fits of pessimistic pretension.

The proverbial “we,” turned subsequently to reality.

It’s like you keep peering down deeper than self still exists,

on the daily basis and still think it uneerie.

You see with flaws come perfection, if this I could see clearly,

Yet we’ll always have Brooklyn, our center to stand in,

both east to Far Rock now and westward to Staten,

Yet nearly a year, we’re still here, though the road has been rocky at best.

Because you’re still going to make messes with the greatest of ease,

You can read this in which and any way that you please.