JT (June 4th,1961...Gemini / Bronx, New York)


All tends to disorder
I adapt to the decaying
Squalor that surrounds me

The sun goes down,
A light bulb blows
I learn to see in the dark

The heat’s been off for weeks
The cold is intergalactic
I simply wear more clothes

My phone is cut off
I learn to talk to myself

Caressing my children
More intimately with words

As if I could protect them
from the nothing I see coming...

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