We live in concrete blocks
Of plastered glass
In auburn socks
And fallen clouds that hover
Over stars that merely cover
Lighted street lamps
From the reckless
Pits of New York City necklace
Right around the corner..
By the station, in the border
That of which leads to distinction
Between poetic definition
In a state of mind that lingers;
And runs across my forehead..fingers
That make delighted trips
To parasitic Brunswick drifts
Of JERSEY..
So wide and double-crossing
Like rhymes that make this rhyming tossing.
