Recipe for Disaster

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On the bus to boston

Cosas or female things

New York in the winter is like Sydney in July

New York in the winter is like Sydney in July
meets Looney Tunes on Ice.
It reminds me of the summer and
how much I miss bright white skirts
that float on air and
clouds
that don't mean freezing rain and
trees
that have green leaves.

There's frozen dog diarrhea on the sidewalk
by my foot.
It reminds me of the time
when I ate too much at Taco Bell.
They didn't have free refills
because it was Taco Bell Express.
So, I washed tacos down with tacos and
the rest was disgusting.

The Indian guys selling Chinese crap
have a special price for you.
Today you can have two beer mug sunglasses
for the price of just one black t-shirt
that says,
“New York Fucking City” and
has a middle finger
made out little WTC towers.

The air outside is freezing and
it makes me want a cigarette, but
I remember how my hands will smell and
remind my all day of my sin
against God & his countrymen and
all those people who lost lungs and
had cancer on their lips
from killing plants and
wrapping them in trees and
lighting it all on fire.

There's a girl with zits & makeup on and
she's wearing a fake fur coat with nylon pants and
shoes that look like Easter eggs.
Her butt says,
"I am pretty,"
but her face says,
"Who are you? And
stop looking at my ass."

Welcome to Manhattan in the wintertime.
Doesn't it feel just like Australia?
I'm happy to agree with you
about not a single thing.
As soon as that light switches
from the white man to the orange hand,
I'm going to cross the street and
piss off a few Shiite cabs.
Hopefully one will take the time to stop and
roll down his window, and
in the freezing cold air he might shout over to me,
“This is New York Fucking City,” and
“Get out of my way."
Then if I am lucky and
that cabbie is willing
he'll make a middle finger
out of Twin Tower figurines.

New York in the wintertime
is like a great big bear hug
from a hobo that might have A.I.D.S. but
definitely has B.O. and
a shopping cart of other things
that share his B.O.
like jingle bells & Batman dolls and
milk cartons filled with beer.
He’ll say New York’s in the northern hemisphere so
during our wintertime months we obtain less sunlight
than places near the south pole
like Tasmania & New Zealand
that have summer solstice in December and
Christmas in July.