Broadway glows
Marquee heat
The West Side
Smells like this
A cupcake
Some comte
Nicotine
H & H
Linen sheets
Old Talbots
Worn Filene's
The Greengrass
Of Barney
Riverside
Down by there
Strollers dodge
Hudson gales
Fresh dog shit
In a dish
Fluffy knish
In the can
Trash, it is
Treasured, it's not
Hay Fever
Swarms the eyes
Slows the nose
Not the nails
Of my hand
Of my mind
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The following thoughts have filtered from a mind that has been oversaturated with images, screams, romance, text, and sounds since The Carter Administration. If you are not satisfied, then I recommend a double chocolate brownie from Starbucks with a tall bold of the day.
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