Alphabet City

God makes
a billion to 1 shots
everyday

cc: CC ‘23

I am destined to be who I am, and I realized that now.
Cc: CC ‘23

Young scrawny punks
smirk at me
behind the scenes
yet not a one knows
Rumi or Rimbaud

cc: CC 2023

It’s a selfish act which leads me to my selflessness

cc: CC ‘23

Segovia on vinyl, even as
the slight hiss of dust 
passes under the needle,
still is sublime

cc: CC ‘23

I save the streamers from today’s party, so I have something to wave 
in tomorrow’s wind

cc: CC ‘23

I want to be around 
at 107, still on the dial
like an FM station,
albeit with reception
slightly spotty

cc: Chagall ‘23

What startle - frighten most
are fragments of me I glimpse 
in reflecting surfaces
around

cc: CC ‘22