Perceptions

Elbowing through pathways, a blanket of hipsters and businessmen,
Flashing cameras, flashing cameras.
A glittering skyline illuminated by red, blue, red, blue,
Flashing cameras, flashing cameras.
Drag queens and wasted teenage dreams, a bottle of vodka hidden in double-D bras,
This is the city. To me.
poverty, sunburned skins of the central park regulars, so regular the citizens stopped giving
binge drinking, vomit underneath the coffee table, The Worst Hangover In History
gunshots and depressive thoughts, welbutrin, remeron overdose
this is the city to you

My Happy comes from dancing in the dark, boys who look like girls, the Knights who say NI NI NI bring us a shrubbery.
Jumping piano keys and knobby, bruised knees,
Pickles and cookies, and pickle-cookies.
your Happy comes from the first appearance of facial hair
feeling your girlfriend, inside and out, enclosed tightly in vanilla comfort kisses
fluttering eyelashes, new ones every month
a warm hand just to hold, a new one every month

I’m not scared of anything, because I’m invincible, and you know it.
rejection is your greatest fear, the scariest of all of them
hairy spiders and chinese clowns ain’t got nuthin’ on losing a friend
you’re on a downward spiral to the basement of your stomach and your mental control just streaked by with an American flag, running far, far, far, far, chasing, chasing, chasing, you’ll never get it back, because it’s raining outside and you hate the taste of juicy peaches, and you loved her with all your heart.