the rivers of it, abridged

New York City skyline at night




Raleigh Thompson


I have no talent
For this house.
Their jazz
Is colder than the storm.
If human nature
Is as it appears,
Then perhaps it would be better
To hang out
With the sky,
And instead of barricading
The door
And tying down the
To throw down
Philip Glass
And walk straight into
The eye.



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