Analog Nation

… or, “Where Half My Stuff Came From” IKEA! Where the only thing promised Is anything you could ever need, for the rest of your life IKEA! Where magic lurks in every corner Which is a lot, because the pathways all have fifteen right angles IKEA! Where we shuffle past fully furnished rooms Exhibits of [...]

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… or, “The Sidewalk Pick & Roll” We get it You have youth, you have ideals You want to make things better You want to matter And impress girls But dude, seriously I’m just trying To get some lunch And so No offense But I am going to use The person walking in front of [...]

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…or, “This Is What I Get For Watching Historical Documentaries” Sometimes As I walk around Lower Manhattan I imagine that I am walking in the company Of Alexander Hamilton Showing him the city that he built The financial engine of the world A system that he put in motion We walk past the columns of [...]

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Hark! Young man, venture not into that night Without a back-up plan For yea, it is indeed a great thing To live within a five minute walk From the old-school independent movie house But You are not The only genius who thought to see No Country For Old Men The weekend after the Oscars were [...]

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… or, “I’m Probably The One With The Problem” You sat still and proper Your yogurt low-fat, plain, sensible You did not rustle the bag You did not breathe through your nose You brought your own spoon The right thing to do And only clicked your teeth on the metal Once or twice You were [...]

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