How hard it was to fit the last crayon into the bulging box; like the last person who pushes onto the elevator and is resented by the insiders.

Aside from the downstate confluence of Tri-Borough, George Washington and Throgs Necks Bridges, I have placed a kleenex box at a few of the second-string stress points which parallel the New York State Thruway,—at Syracuse which is on my kitchen table and at Albany which is next to the toaster.

After long years of inner matter coming down out of the mountains of my central tract,

They say that if we didn't have the blues, we would be
   listening and waiting always

In the bathroom mirror I behold my wear and tear.
In our bedroom I try to levitate in bed.

Even in the safety zones, it’s not safe.
Even safe sex is not safe.

A several-headed monster most commonly found on street corners, usually after dark, especially in Brooklyn. Although it has many arms and legs 
and many names, and appears to be a group of several independent and childlike creatures, 

She thrust upwards and screamed .
Her cat woke, leapt off the windowsill,
and broke a vase containing dried Latvian flowers.

An extremely rare species, only found in remote jungles. A distant relative of the parrot, the Human Filing Cabinet subsists solely on interoffice envelopes, which it devours at an alarming rate by opening and closing its metal drawers.

Drawing draws us in-
volving us further and stretching
attention it sketches reaching