City of yearning,
And I'm trying leave my wants
Behind.

Surrendering fantasy
To the salt on the roads
And the Port Authority
Mechanical building.

LaGuardia hanger 7C
What will be, will be.

"She's just so pretty"

You said
3 different times,
As you stood standing
In green satin
Microphone in hand,
To 50 people,
And your
Best Friend.

"We met freshman year in the hallway, and it was love at first sight,"
You chirped.

Ironic in tone
but,
3 ***** martinis
Distilled the joke,
So that it
Tasted
more like the
Confession
Of a jilted
Lover.

Sitting above the tarmac
I'm reminded of my moral failures
Chicken on my Caesar salad
After passing a truck on the highway here
Feathers flying, lost to the wind
Quiet whispers of misery.
**** it, I'll also have a 10am beer.

You document your Pining
With a cigarette in Paris.
I stuff mine in a poem-
Lines you'll never read.

I think about my Yearning,
As just another method,
Of killing time in private-
Mouth you'll never feed