New York, Can I Call You?

Asleep through all the nightmares i've been keeping.
Seems like a drug that I had a handle on
was slipping... I kept a bird in a cage
to evoke the sky to save me.
i had wings enough but nothing so much
as anything happening,
only the worst happiness
and a crap rapture.

II

" New York, can I call you? "
I'm sleeping through the windswept plains
with my filigree tucked in my boots
and all things strange, a whisper
in my Lager.. just a mumble
in the dust
of my last
confession.

and a marvel