my own personal new york

this is the city.
today i took the same bus twice and wondered if the driver recognized me or just my transfer. probably neither, it's a big place, after all.

so we all shine on



today in line for whatever we needed to queue for because
this is the city
our patience was appreciated.
which is nice since this is the reason we all
had to queue to
begin with


after all
and all after this happens we are still treated kindly
novel like a struck match
when we glow oh we glow



you can count on me for percussion
things to hit and crash
the misplaced rhythm i feel when i walk down
this you can count on
this


and the after glow

too late for beginnings
because it's gone in that moment


you cant count on me to count down the rhythm
alive


just like the city.