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January 12th, 2011

good morning, new york @ 12:50 pm




it's snowing again?
you went and did it without me?
I miss you
it's been a nice
few days of rest
I'm tired
and I wish we could be together again

I'm happy here
but I'm so reticent to let myself care about coupling
to endear myself too much to a person
any person...

New York
you're everyone
we can do anything together
but right now
the only view of you I've got
is Stale google street views
and One public live camera
on Jack Dempsey corner
icicles dripping down its face
controls stubborn and fickle

it's not the same, my dear
any of you faces I love
I cannot touch you now
or force you to walk to this
frigid slushy corner
to kiss my eyes

my hand should be on your big bald face
or your fat old side
talking with you somewhere warm
drinking something
smoking something
eating something
dancing to some music
singing some song
in the groaning of our bodies

what was I saying about coupling?
I love you
all of you
and I miss you greatly

these greatly enhanced eyes of technology are useless
only my hands of memory are caressing me now
while I wait out my duties
enjoy my life here
release my grip on you
right now

the snow fell without me
but I'll check in from time to time
to see if
perhaps
I catch you among the millions walking through times square...

 
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