The Gift - Part 1

i hit the Kennedy heading northwest to a suburb i had only heard of in passin and hoping passin wasn't what i was gonna be doing too much of cause i was on a mission and the radio playin loud told me such. this weren't no simple thing, this was the thing and this was.

she had found it for sale online and couldn't believe, nor couldn't contain, nor couldn't help but, and i believe her exact words were,
- oh my fffucking god.
...but maybe i'm just paraphrasing.

it weren't really a thing that anyone ever sells. it's usually somethin that gets forgot back a mind back a closet gets lost gets displaced too much trouble to find not that that meant she hadn't been looking for it since before we were what we were. cause she had and surely. some look up movie stars or check on pop bands from years past, but she, but nah very much she searched and scanned and searched again for this very thing that stared her down at that very moment. there. it. was. a thing bein offered up and for mere money hardly a sacrifice and yet... a hesitation. a slow to phone call waitin for somethin i still don't really know what but there it was. and there she was. a two separated by a few dollars a few miles and a somethin much more than few. so there it sat and there she. so an too.

i found myself callin, an office ring up several days past the point of what shoulda been expiration but no. there it was. and still. an across the static still up for grabs still up for sale and a sale that put all capitalism to shame.

- is this Mehrdad?
- yes. dhis is Mehrdad. are you calling about -
- yes i am.
- i haf been waiting.
- i know.
- and here you are.
- here i am.

New York A Love Song - 1 of...

it all makes for a wanting of one day living in that city the same and such that's never needed me from the first moment i stepped foot from train that liberty's statue had passed before onto under and deep into station fantastic from a gilded age surround. that once niuew amsterdam of stretched islands of perfect harbors now brim-filled and shock full of eager wanting next stop chasing and oh did-you-hears the ups are greater than the grounds. that summer spent city of evaporating summer streets drifting upwards in nostril full summer heat filling insides out to the point of knowings and to all points and beyond. and that city blessed city seducing and still after so many years the wantings still there and different no less strong coming from dark corner insides hidden in hiding for one third a life lived out well if not long. the city of a thousand languages in chorus wavelengths of shouts and whispers of cheers and psalms.