King of Id

Massachusetts you can't pollinate in the mouth
like the other states. Roll out your clumsy tongue
and pave over your pocked roads. Let's not be dumb

about these highway holes. New York orphaned me
as the ward of the tower winds and it's a long fall
to the kin under its water. Everything I can't remember

is an ancient crime scene. And now Massachusetts
you want me to start a family. New York is aware
there is concrete below and wood above. New York says choose.

I'm sorry I sold my land in you Massachusetts.
But you're only a slow train ride, some cold water
a place to rest my head.