new york
i see filth
fragility
waste and
wickedness
i like the subways though
new york
you see riches
glittering in the city lights
youth
glimmering in the night
alluring saffron scented opportunities
san diego
i see salty skin and sandy hair
a tangle of bodies and boards
sparkling in the ocean
suntanned skin and matted hair
a tangle of live wires
sparking in the sun
san diego
you see today’s weather forecast
as a cloud mass of predictability
scattered showers
with a slight chance of suffocation
this is a stalemate with no way out, mate
well, maybe one way out --
australia
the promised land?
australia
the promised land?
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