GALLERY
A Sonnet Home Place me where subway cars rattle and screech, or where fluorescent lights lull us to sleep; place me where endless sidewalks duly creep, or where puffs of sewage twist, unfurl, and breach;
A Sonnet Home Place me where subway cars rattle and screech, or where fluorescent lights lull us to sleep; place me where endless sidewalks duly creep, or where puffs of sewage twist, unfurl, and breach;
Place me at West 4th street, or Coney Island beach, where songs pour out and twice-used teabags steep, where sickness spreads and putrid fear cuts deep, or hearts are torn like raw skin stung with bleach;
Place me at West 4th street, or Coney Island beach, where songs pour out and twice-used teabags steep, where sickness spreads and putrid fear cuts deep, or hearts are torn like raw skin stung with bleach;
Place me where men drip drugs down mouths of unwatched drinks, or where birds coo soft as night slips into day, where life flees past, quick as a person blinks: I will be sure, will never lose my way, long as my safety net holds fast its links of spider’s silk, swears not to break today.
Place me where men drip drugs down mouths of unwatched drinks, or where birds coo soft as night slips into day, where life flees past, quick as a person blinks: I will be sure, will never lose my way, long as my safety net holds fast its links of spider’s silk, swears not to break today.