new york

i really liked chicago
for what it was
it was a bit confusing to me
but i liked it
but really
i’m in new york now
and fuck chicago
i love new york.
i always feel like this when i arrive
i rememberd that on the train on the way in from Queens
i always feel like this when i arrive
— but looking at the other people on the train
this time i realized…
living here wears us down
all of the people are sleeping
they look exhausted
drained
that’s what i felt like when i lived here
so i come coasting in
stunned and shivering with excitment
the beauty of this place
there shear amazing fact that it exists at all
a testiment to the artistic brilliance and insanity of humanity
but damn
this place is not a place for living for such folks as me
is it?
that’s always the question
where could i live?
or
to quote David Thewlis in “NAKED”
“there are a million places to go
the question is:
where to stay?”