to manage
the disease,
go to bed
early. (lesson from my father)

through my jazz
whiskey winter
days I drift the subways
in and out, marching.

living apart yet, a feature
of the artificial air and
engineered electric
underground glare.

puzzle
spun by
my current booklist.

Revolutionary road,
Fergusson’s Empire,
the book from Bennet
Bacterium to Bach,

a podcast recommended
word of mouth
leaked by rick
a history of rock
in 500 songs.

each episode a different station
on the BJ underground.

detached thought,  
we look
like we look
unhappy.

bespoke webs
keep us sane.
measured
from special cloth.

a spectacle delivered
from a discreet
esteemed address
each new season.

nothing is the old me
except my immortal coil.