i have a crush on you, new york.

Just once before I die
I want to climb up on a
tenement sky
to dream my lungs out till
I cry
then scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.
- miguel pinero

i have a secret, san francisco, a secret, a secret, a terrible little secret. i've found someplace else. someplace that feels like this. the wrinkled plaster, the sticky asphalt, the steel ribs, i love the A train, and the 6 train, and the 4 train... fingerprints on your window, keep the sky going, don't stop for anything.

(hurry up, no time for pictures, we gotta keep moving...)