Greenpoint – Larry Livermore

Cars, Bikes, and People

I’m waiting, with a dozen other people, to cross Metropolitan Avenue. Mothers escorting kids home from school, hipsters languidly examining

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

The New York/New Jersey pop punk clique is at an awkward age. Late 20s/early 30s, with marriages, babies, careers, doctorates,

I’ve really been kind of a zombie lately. For, oh, like the past year or two. Or maybe the past

I don’t know what’s come over me lately, but after a lifetime of being at best grudgingly content about where

Busy day, what with getting up at 6:45 am to catch the morning boat off the island, then making my