Run Long on Broken Lungs

Gone are the days of eastern oysters

                   silver-netted

and falling to pieces when I walk

behind Madison Square Garden for the “Best Slice

of New York Pizza!”

          And on 8^th Avenue, boasting a pagan-ritual sized

sign that reads “Voted One of the 10 Best Slices in the City!”

                   they weren’t actually wrong.

I thought Joe’s in Greenwich was alright

I believe Sal & Carmine’s off Broadway gets the job done

but NY Pizza Suprema just has the ratio near-perfect

          beneath this soft kneeling moon

wading into marinara red –

this pillow-scented road

full-of-reclining-ash vs. void-of-sliding-palms:

It’s good that it’s sad

                   this early in the evening

when the sun is still out on its swing set

          and I miss you more with every flicker of neon on 30^th st. 
out and to the west.