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