My pockets are too shallow to like New York

this fall

This fall

my coat has no pockets at all

Except for one on my chest

on the left side

But it's full already--

Others' words of love, of the sea, and god


of pain and the holy war

I'm not even going to squeeze in the rolled-up

twenty dollar bill

What about your pockets this fall?

Maybe there's room for

A checkbook, Visa Gold, and a little bit of cash?