Rainy Day Dream Away

The remnants of the hurricane are passing over as I write. It's raining like crazy. Streams of water directed toward sewers by concrete curbs, carrying a nights worth of trash left by young girls who moved here to wear party dresses and meet boys who are not very interesting.

New York is like a vampire. During the day people in my neighborhood go about their business and at night swarms of creatures descend, looking for some mischief . By midnight the population triples. The mating ritual has begun . Get dressed up, get drunk, get laid and have a day of regrets when waking you realize the man you went home with is a loser. Alcohol. A mans best friend.

I prefer the neighborhood the way it was, sleazy, over run by junkies and crack addicts. At least there was a soul to the place. A vibe. At least you knew exactly where you stood. Now it's another extension of the over marketed, over branded, over consume America that years of Conservative policy created. Exploit everything as much as possible, squeeze every cent out of it and toss it in the trash.

Now that the economy collapsed maybe the illusion of what this New York is will follow. One can hope.

The Pretty Girl I Saw Last Night

I want to write your name because it's lovely. When I saw you last night you looked so fragile, at any moment you may fall apart. You're so beautiful that I couldn't help but notice all the men had their eyes fixed on you. I tried to imagine what they were thinking, what they would say if any had the nerve to approach you.

No one did.

When she told me about you naturally I was intrigued. In my time things were different but the end result inevitably is the same. There's still a part of me that would like to be in that bar every night and not care about anything . Why does it seem so appealing still after all this time? Funny how there is still this darkness inside me.