The following is refrigerator poetry from the apartment I left behind. I mean, I didn’t leave the poetry behind, just the apartment: I copied down the poem before I dismantled it, word-by-word, and threw it into a Ziploc bag with its verbal brethren. Enjoy.

The manic midtown neon
Was like a modern concert star
From the airport hotel
I hailed you like a cab

The taxi rushes down Park
We let the view be the architecture
Return that expensive avenue you have
And scrape West to a Harlem restaurant

Go hurry and find celebrity love crushes
But wonder who
Watch walk do

Leave sordid Staten Island
And come over after a bagel
Overwhelm our famous village theater
You SoHo dream
A gorgeous drunk skyline
An ugly noise boutique empire assaults jazz and music

Stop, my big porno pretzel
I visit light and him.