I remember looking out this place long ago
watching the sun set salmon on the buildings across the way;
the wrought iron sunflowers still grow
time passes so fast and so slow.
The old radiators still clank
I’m still pissing in the sink
won’t be writing Sad Eyed or Stella Blue
just sitting here wondering if I ever loved you.
I remember staying up all night long
watching pretty girls on the side of crosstown busses
a Hermes Rocket the hotel glass
and a pile of writing stacking up like bills.
I felt alone, I couldn’t take it,
I’d fill my heart lines and fake it;
Walt Whitman’s trunk in the flood
he got outta here– like I should.
Chelsea Hotel
this isn’t heaven
and this ain’t hell.
I remember looking out this place long ago
watching the sun set salmon on the buildings across the way;
the wrought iron sunflowers still grow
time passes so fast and so slow.
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