I miss cartoon New York.
I miss foggy sewer smoke
dissipating through animation.
I miss the morning rush
and my flush of anticipation.
I miss ragged basketball nets
and shots that never miss.
I miss the Man in the Yellow Hat
and the figment of our inquisitiveness.
I miss the Macy's Day Parade,
drawn out on storyboards,
I miss the never ending yellow lines
stretching beyond the roads.
I miss the holding hands
of grinning strangers.
I miss the fairy tale
of love thy neighbor.
I miss the fake rain
that formed fake puddles -
children could stomp on
without real looming troubles.
I miss the cafeteria messes
and the humiliating notes from home.
I miss the grid-grate fence at recess
and living life without a phone.
I miss the eagerly early mornings -
the smell of satisfaction in the air:
I miss the mending pancakes
that stitched all of my tears.
I miss the warm blankets,
and the familiar arms coddling.
I miss the morning dew,
the scent of it still surrounds me.
I miss the crystal screen,
I could look deep into and wish.
I miss the jovial feeling
of having something to miss.
I miss the Big Apple
without any spots,
I miss the Statue of Liberty
without all the rot.
I miss cartoon New York.
I miss foggy sewer smoke
dissipating through animation.
I miss the morning rush
and my flush of anticipation.
I miss ragged basketball nets
and shots that never miss.
I miss the Man in the Yellow Hat
and the figment of our inquisitiveness.
I miss the Macy's Day Parade,
drawn out on storyboards,
I miss the never ending yellow lines
stretching beyond the roads.
I miss the holding hands
of grinning strangers.
I miss the fairy tale
of love thy neighbor.
I miss the fake rain
that formed fake puddles -
children could stomp on
without real looming troubles.
I miss the cafeteria messes
and the humiliating notes from home.
I miss the grid-grate fence at recess
and living life without a phone.
I miss the eagerly early mornings -
the smell of satisfaction in the air:
I miss the mending pancakes
that stitched all of my tears.
I miss the warm blankets,
and the familiar arms coddling.
I miss the morning dew,
the scent of it still surrounds me.
I miss the crystal screen,
I could look deep into and wish.
I miss the jovial feeling
of having something to miss.
I miss the Big Apple
without any spots,
I miss the Statue of Liberty
without all the rot.
I miss cartoon New York.