New Weird Old York

I bought it an idea of

an idea

and in 11 years

slowly absorbed

my complicity in an idea

the decade and change 

of the self

I'm there, the Australians,

ever among Australians,

splitting stitches of The Redback, Acton

or a dog parent on a yacht

hawking my dating profile

its negation of words

on socials and the reverse.

Someone deeply immersed 

in the burger wars

who left as 

Timeout became free.

The new weird

is it the rising shame

of avoiding the East Village at 

night

was it worth the dead shark 

on the street in 1982

when Mark, who was at

The Great Jones first moved here?