dont yell at me new york

dont yell at me new york!
more than you already do that is, that
you tell me all messages are different
and they’re everywhere to speak to me but,
i cant—
hear anything
i cant hear anything, 
over the noise.

bold typeface font 
sprayed on a cardboard diorama of new york that declares,
“post no bills!”
since we have enough already.
“dont block the box!”
as we live out of one or a hundred merged together,
on that gray hardened soil, or on the 20th floor above the smog.
and
no parking here till the end of time only when the street is 
covered in ice and disregarding holidays and such.

you shouldn’t yell at me new york.
i dont know how to speak to you
when all i can do is listen,
and even then its too loud to know what you're saying.

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