“Sweet as”.
That’s the way you like to remember me
Must be nice
To remember only the nice things.
You know I don’t pray
Or say that lord’s name
But I pray for you in vain
All the same
Sometimes, I think we were too alike
Cut too close
From the same fabric
That if things had been different
And you had had a lobotomy-
I’d always leave
And you’d always find something wrong with me.
But we’ll always have New York
That bright July evening
At Washington Square Park
My heart racing underneath
The summer heat,
Cats heated in the dark.
Kissing between red lights,
Wondering if you might be my next green light.
La Absurda 