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

Numbers are fallable

Turn a feeling in as if it were an rental film to be dropped off into a hollowed out box of family friendly romantic thriller comedy
leave it
we can’t revisit the camera angles
no looking back fondly for the sountracked song that played during the opening pan shots
bring the books back to the library shelves for those chapters are already thumbed through and bent into old pages
we’ve picked new words
words that are the only sentences we can utter
the shapes of letters to be forgotten
subtracted from the new math

We all yell in key

Not everything can be stolen,robbed, nicked or foreclosed on
there are things you’re born to be even if not in your pocket but buried under whom you’re told you are
a vox populi inherent to the DNA of  every city and forgotten places
ask the street lights
the benches of bus stops
bar stools
and the cubicle jail chairs
the prose of born silent stories are there to be told
the daily commute knows the voices and all our woe worries embedded with the  knowledge of the unvoiced sounds of the people
an out of tune chorus we forgot the lyrics and back beat
it’s the lost song we all know
sing people
sing

To Whom it May Concern 2901

To Whom it May Concern,

Do you remember this as well I do,
some time ago.. well longer than that time ago but you’ll get it sooner as I go.There was the average New York lad selling his wares around the neighborhoods with the blessings both respectable groups,you know the guys who controlled these things think concernedHi heavy community members who had businesses.
Our young man here was liked in the all the boroughs of course he was handsome.charismatic and one hell of an athlete at least from I was told.A guy could make a good dollar channeling these talents into a lucrative sales position with great hours and the love of the ladies,right?
With all of that and blessings our boy became to do well for himself,the muscle boys gave him no static and things are were solid enough to start a home.So a little boy ran around the modest apartment as cash was not a problem,so it’s sorted no?
Of fucking course not this is my story I am telling and it’s New York know what I mean?
Some of these great sales now were a little too hot except not in the 66 Mustang sense but in the hot boilers of the good old Titanic .So this raised an eyebrow at the community board because they knew the warranties would be included in the colorful obituary columns.So worried the board that they give him a list of who not to let into his candy shop because their kids had sweet teeth,you know?He held good sale practice until he couldn’t anymore so of course you know what happens right?
They ran him over then backed over him ,ran over him then back over well you get the scene cause there is a few more back overs.There is a red light put there to stop speeding fathers from driving down their own salesmen who can sell their shotty shots to your kids but not theirs..

Liam

To Who it May Concern #229

To Whom it may or may even stumble into your yard,

So I laughed as butter knife would at the universe again as it glanced over with the look you give a snidey little fuck as he flips you the bird,I was not going to listen to anything that had to be
said
mumbled
or coarsely thrown in my direction
“We can not keep this affair going on much longer,it’s unhealthy for me mentally and taking it’s toll on my body”
Universe gazed at clouds and pretended I was speaking nonsense when in fact it was was proper gibberish of the
highest extent that I am well known for
“It’s a stalemate as of now and you can keep your relationship status as batshit complicated,I promise not to speak on it or you poorly..clearly you will win in the end.”
Orion’s belt lit up with the hope in her cosmos eyes knowing this was a soiid truth
“May brain runs rampant through you on a constant basis that we both know I can not shut off the revolving door of word riddled thought and I thank you for letting me to continue to do that”

Sorry,
That guy again