Brooklyn Nite

With Brooklyn going after midnight
and the black lady playing with a pink skirt I am
This one very peculiar guy
asking me if I am ready to leave soon
Yes may be
and I remember
that
was
the very peculiar line that used to make him crazy
Yes may be
and still
Brooklyn you are
and Brooklyn I am
many friends went down
smelling your gorgeous light from a bed full of comfort packed with the unknown
my friends used to know
and now they sleep
they sleep believe me on what they will know
in their assumption of what future means
what the hell future means ?
Don't assumed they keep telling me !
and there they are
I am
after a Jameson and some
some
some glass less full of ice
just like Brooklyn with not judgement
I am and I am Inn
like the Hotel chain
because I feel again protected
and curious
I used to lived around the corner
I used to
Believe me.
by The Shortfellow
Brooklyn NY 2013

Owe to "my drinking problem" (so proud)

The almost physically couple
the gray bartender
the racist chick with an eternal smile to costume resentment
and a beautiful neighborhood looking empty
in the middle of the whole work
Whats wrong ?
The man ready to leave planet Earth show unhappiness when I establish conversation
How so ?
East Village I am sad
and I will drink for you tonight as you cultured me ones in peace,

I found myself
bored
of rude words and country flavors
reaching back to home instead of the forest away from tired parents
I saw streets full of lonely vomits and sets of keys that may be mean to get loss after the fist drink,

I am sad for seeing my presence vanished by something so little fragil and green,

I miss the streets
where the young me
used to be young me instead of
papa and mama going bad before really going bad,

East Village I can feel your streets shaking out of historical discomfort and vomiting back your disgust but
Hey Dude I am just like you a past full of dreams twisted and weird
no memory no aim
no place
that little green guy really eat our friends up on their name before they die
Lets make noise to stay alive then and lets brake a boost.
by the Shortfellow
Owe to my drinking problem ( so proud)
25/08/13
New York City 

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The almost physically couple

the gray bartender

the racist chick with an eternal smile to customize resentment 

and a beautiful neighborhood looking empty,

In the middle of the whole world,

What's wrong ? 

The man ready to leave planet earth showed unhappiness when I established conversation 

How so ? 

East Village I am sad!

and I will drink for you tonight as you cultured me ones in peace,

I found myself 

bored of rude words and country flavors, 

I reaching back to home instead,

of the forest away from tired parents

I saw streets full of lonely vomits and sets of keys,

that meant someone got lost after the fist drink,

East Village I am sad!

and I will drink for you tonight as you cultured me ones in peace,

I am sad for seeing my presence vanished by something so little,

So  fragile and green,

I miss the streets 

where the young me

used to be young me,

instead of playing papa and mama going bad before really going bad,

East Village I can feel your streets shaking out of historical discomfort

and vomiting back your disgust but hey Dude!

I am just like you

a past full of dreams twisted and weird,

No memory

No aim 

No place,

 

That little green guy really ate our friends up

on their name before they die

Let's make noise to stay alive then

and let's break a boost.

by Shortfellow, New York State, 21/11/21

The Immigrant ( El inmigrante )

Que come?
Que hace y que escucha ?
Por que en medio de la noche no se detiene su luz como todo lo que se encuentra en este lugar ?
Dónde esta su comienzo y su final ?
Qué dirección esta tomando en este preciso momento ?
Qué hace ?
A quien le habla y como es que se comunica ?
Cuantas horas duerme y donde se encuentra su corazon ?
Sus ojos?
Sus ojos también se llenan de lagrimas y acaso puede respirar este aire que nos rodea ya contaminado ?
Quien es ?
Como describe su persona
su existencia y su forma de vida ?
Como contiene su ira o en que se convierte cuando no ?

Tiene miedo mientras cruza la oscuridad de nuestros dias ?
Tiene sed ?
Desde cuando esta aqui ?
de que se alimenta y en que dias se da una ducha de agua caliente?
Quien es ?
que quiere?
que necesita?
que sueña?
que le atormenta?
que ve?
que toca?
que piensa?
que espera?
que recuerda?
Esta solo?
by The Shortfellow
New York City
31/07/13