I Am In A New York Kind Of Mood


I want to bite you
I want to ignore everybody

I want to sit in the trunk of my new car
I want to play music very thunderously
I want to scream run swim

I want to say hello to the woman who just passed me by
I want to take her to dinner laugh with her and maybe
Just maybe

I write this poem watching a woman in a black satin dress
Carrying a Replay’s bag and big sun bursting yellow flowers
From Viun P’ florist hail a cab