Wednesday, August 27, 2014

No Labor in his Labor Day

So profligately and deliciously
has New York City Summer preyed on us
and played for us this year, there is no labor
in his Labor Day – his emanations sway
and slay us as if anything but his insistently

meticulously beautiful existence
were ridiculous – his frank seductions tell us
we have everything we possibly could want..
Rarely has he told a truth so blunt, and bold.
Something we might take into the cold.


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