The Last Bastion
The pitbull barks
in Long Island City
back in the day
talkin' round about
hmmm... 1986.
This place is
the last bastion
tucked behind the
chain-link fence
under the tracks
no glimmering light
nothing but
darkness and shadows.
Long gone
I am gone
beyond anger
and sentimentality.
But then why
do you keep
stepping in
and stepping out
of my dreams.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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