June 6th, 2011



already I'm exhausted
or it's nearly 3 am
much walking
and two glasses of wine

in this city
time enough to be on time for a movie
perfect timing
by chance
time enough to fold some laundry
see a client
get a ride down town

time enough at the flea market to not buy $100 night shirts
a dollar per year
old French linen
a million things I don't need

filled up
car ride down
open the suv door not to kill a bike messenger

home in time to welcome Gerald in
listen to music
and go eat some Thai
here I am
I live here
some wandering (mmmm)
the Woody Allen movie
well, he's not my taste
but we them had a drink & nachos at Merchants on 7th
and I walked him to the door of the hotel
them headed down 8th
only to a beautiful hulk
or the perfect bear for me
who I've met before a few times
who's living with his parent in chelsea right now
thick grey chest hair
the perfect bear-boy
we kiss and talk and scratch and rub
massage eachother for a bit on the street

drug dealers trying to sell me Charley
some muscled guy
knows his area
but I am not his market
crumbling walking against 8th ave
of Montreal drowning away
I got home and now must melt entire