the point is that my latent obsessive compulsive tendencies require that i take tasks to completion; and therefore, as part of my annual homage to New England, i offer the final installment of things i've said before (with pictures). and so...
Boston was like:
waiting for the other shoe to drop
waiting for the train to stop
transfers from green to orange and
ice cream parlor experiments
ice cream parlor experiments
flirting in art galleries
trying to impress Stephanie Schneider
with out of print paperbacks
and vegetarian meals in Chinatown.
cannoli and cappuccino with
a handful of Hanover holdovers
sandwiched between the sandwich shops
sandwiched between the sandwich shops
guided through the North End by
the social security Irish of Arch Street
and whispering confessions to St. Anthony
about where the bodies are buried.
thronging south
on Newbury Street in chic boutiquesand sliding
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in love with girls on sofas,a
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long talks with Mardou in the park
dodging weddings and avoiding
the marbled gaze in the courtyard shade of the library
the marbled gaze in the courtyard shade of the library
l o n g i n g
for my pen.
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