PBR and sticky toilet seats
that’s glamour.
$1 cans sipped in air so thick
makes you wish you could live in
a fresh cigarette
or maybe you prefer to drop a few thousand
for a ditzy pretty thing to bring you a bottle of grey goose
and then for some lines of coke off the immigrant polished toilet seat
followed by a thank-god-i’m still alive cab ride back
to your almost affordable only because you work so much apartment
Its so glamourous.
We can thrift store shop.
The anorexic hipster will glare your pants off.
Ever gone into a Startbucks to pee?
Perhaps you fought a homeless man over the last napkin.
You wanted it to wipe your ass.
He wanted it to dry off after his bath in the sink.
Oh, New York City.
Its soooo pretty.
Perceptions are funny.
how they’re swayed.
media
entertainment
this rant
goood thing beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Big picture. Little picture. Up to you.
*this is from the old blog archive. From time to time I like to pull from there.
In a conversation recently, the topic of how people who have never been to NYC think of it. This Poem was originally posted on July 7th, 2008, and was a response to that very topic.
PBR and sticky toilet seats.
PBR and sticky toilet seats
that’s glamour.
$1 cans sipped in air so thick
makes you wish you could live in
a fresh cigarette
or maybe you prefer to drop a few thousand
for a ditzy pretty thing to bring you a bottle of grey goose
and then for some lines of coke off the immigrant polished toilet seat
followed by a thank-god-i’m still alive cab ride back
to your almost affordable only because you work so much apartment
Its so glamourous.
We can thrift store shop.
The anorexic hipster will glare your pants off.
Ever gone into a Startbucks to pee?
Perhaps you fought a homeless man over the last napkin.
You wanted it to wipe your ass.
He wanted it to dry off after his bath in the sink.
Oh, New York City.
Its soooo pretty.
Perceptions are funny.
how they’re swayed.
media
entertainment
this rant
goood thing beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Big picture. Little picture. Up to you.
*this is from the old blog archive. From time to time I like to pull from there.
In a conversation recently, the topic of how people who have never been to NYC think of it. This Poem was originally posted on July 7th, 2008, and was a response to that very topic.