Heavier Than The Hudson

Planes get me excited like discotheques. My ears are popping like genitals. He sits cool like a Hindu god, gives out hands like candy at a parade. She’s sharp like a Colorado pine, drops needles like tears all down her dress at weddings. I’m lowbrow like wrestling federations. He’s refined like folded napkins. She’s campy like Oscar Wilde and a certain movie starring Tim Curry.

Our love flies to New York like a river. We live in simile like sin. We might marry into metaphor someday. That’s heavier than the Hudson baby. That’s some deep bullshit.