She lands her pint down and asks the famous question, “But why is everything worded so vague and ugly also how much is true? “I put my awkward head down and lacked any remote sort of response,fidgeting by now I sipped my drink looking away. I had to smirk buying time for an answer,buying another round as she stared intently through me. I had no answer.
There was no convincing her this is me daily inside my skull seeing what others refuse to notice with their goggles. I couldn’t escape the question nor can I escape myself in this moment.
“So what is it then genius”? She asked again
I threw money on the stick, put on my parka and politely told her,”Keep reading it.. if I decide to stay writing, maybe you’ll fall in there somewhere if not then life’s a circle innit”?

Sister I’m not a poet I told her
I’m a liar and emotional thief
a vagabond rat prince
pint skuller of the voiceless
saying absolutely nothing
to no one

Black shoes

Boundaries on an emotional content are two parts nitroglycerin and 10 parts rage
hiding
the fuse from yourself and others so not to spark the start of ticking clocked
Enola Gay destruction in the wake of
nearby humanities lunch dates and conference calls about the next socially coerced life
Secret timers
Secret plastic detonators
Wrapped in worlds gazes of could have beens
and quick winks of the eye

Black shoes

Boundaries on emotional content are two parts nitroglycerin and 10 parts rage
hiding
the fuse from yourself and others so not to spark the start of ticking clocked
Enola Gay destruction in nearby humanities lunch dates and conference calls about the next socially coerced life
Secret timers
Secret plastic detonators
Wrapped in a gaze of could have beens 

Not in the movies

I come from an immigrant settled neighborhood. When Tammany hall and the NYC socialites were bored of the beach..the poor,the servants,the hiding ,and sick quickly established neighborhoods with their own people. The Irish settled with Spanish next door to Italians from Sicily. The slang paddy wagon could have easily been forged in these neighborhood streets.
Policeman and firemen became the norm along with hustlers,thieves,IRA, and crooks all in the same households.
It’s a story, it’s all true, and I’ve lived it everywhere this land was made for you and me

To whom it may concern #543 but not really

To whom it may concern,

    My accent says otherwise but I’m a New Yorker in heart and soul. September brings memories back to the light for all us and for some the feelings just become heavier. Every year the WTC is repackaged and sold back to the world as a reminder of unfathomable tragedy. There might as well be greeting cards and, “Happy Loss of Life and Liberty Day “.I say this because I knew great human beings who lost their lives and what has been done in their name also NYC ‘s name has become the Frankenstein for every countries national security. The story of the planes are insulting enough but from there society accepted this post 9/11 world without any question.
The valiant men I knew would not have been so easily talked into 3 men with box cutters or the new rules that have been set into motion by these events. Lives were lost in my beautiful city along with liberty, privacy and basic civil rights.. all murdered. Everything done after that day has flowered into endless war
a dumb scared shitless society that will suck up anything for “national security”
not one so called terrorist caught under any new laws on American soil
human rights violations
Geneva convention went out the window
Sure as shit I can list and label atrocities mixed in with tin foil theories of that day til a stout woman sings…but I’ll simply sum it up in one angry sentence.
Orwell and Philip K Dick weep the fucking hardest.
Yeah,
Liam