Listening to a mechanical voice say

the word archetype three times over

like an archetype itself.

From the cool interior of a yellow cab,

I see, on the top of a tall stone church,
a banner that reads 

God is Love on one side 

and Jesus Saves on the other.

Big black, san serif text on white Tyvek.I am drunk and I wonder how it must feelto believe in something more?

Looking down into my bathroom sink,
I watch three long blue hairs on the off
white plastic, circling the drain.

Watching people walk on the bridge

to the Air Train from a lower platform, 

like shadowed paper cut outs on a mirror.
Through the layers of crossbeams
that hold the platforms up,the sun slices my vision.

You are what made me realize I am more.

I thank you for that, but I have greed.

How hard that is to reconcile.

I am often so tired of being alive.