through a birdless sky

moon vacant, stars removed

the tortured horizon howls by

as towers full of heavy people

lean as if to sway.

upon my bike i pedal across new york's bridges,

the sea of people never parts

could any of us have imagined what this would all look like?

tears of the adirondacks

is it me or does this river still try to sing?

it's a lot to hear. so humiliated, so beautiful

a summons to court, an appearance in the cold marbled minds of men

keeps me here

in this earthless prison

my logical self looks to everything to remain

meanwhile my heart is poisoning my body with love

to remind me of how i am.

chill of this spring night

gathers on my exposed shoulders

impossible to escape; the city advertises our fate.