Palisades-Park. Cold. Calculated facts.

Main Street pulses. Church st.. vibe abv.

Local bar “The Edge” is lit.

I stroll near Bergen Ave.

Static buzz. Razor sharp.
I love skinny cafes. Cozy nooks hide sex tips.

I, a sexologist, see more truths.

In back alleys, love spills.

We whisper sins.

“Was it not a beautiful night?” – Margaret.
The river flows, so smooth.

It skirts Palisades, serenely.

I got mad at noise here,

and then I chill.

Park scenes on Spuyten Duyvil rd, yum.
I saw tender glances near N. Broadway.

They hissed secrets.

Whispers under neon glimmer.

The city percolates sensuality.
I walked under streetlamps.

Made me think “It is a wonderful loneliness.”

My mood? Mixed.

Happy. Furious.

Spurts of sarcasm cut deep.
Honestly, man, I love this place.

I get kicked off on misty days.

Hazy nights, raw and free.

I get tripped up in rambling thoughts.
I never planned it.

Totally serendipty, luvly  gnarly day.

Livin, breathin, scattred to bits.

Palisades-Park, it's wild.
I keep my shtuffs tight.

I even chck the alley at 2am.

My brain explodes with heat.

Not planning, just livin it.
Lol, these streets are magic,

inspiring both lust and art.

We chant “it’s a life, issa life!”

The city moves like a film.
A bit chaotic? Yep, so is me.

The vibe is unmatched, real raw.

Full of secrets, raw passion, drama,

and tiny moments of splendor.
Sorry for some errrors:

typo, mispell, lost count...

Fourteen or so? Who cares!
That’s life in PP,

Cold. Calculated. Unpredictable.

Like Margaret said: “The world is full.”

Enjoy the madness, friend.