Empire State Building – at the base

Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.

1964 World’s Fair Unisphere

Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.

Morning in LeFrak City

On a cluttered Queens
balcony he stands, watching
the complex decay.

Ides of March

‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.

In mourning early morning

J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.

Contemplating midnight urban exploration

We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.

After a few drinks

Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea

Johnny the homicidal maniac

The Director’s Cut
in her hands M reads snuggled
with her Uglydoll.

Lunar eclipse

Luminous  suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.

Senseless

After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.