Riding my lady's bike

While riding along the
river I'm thinking,
"what does Buffalo smell
like?" and fuck, like
cheerios. General Mills
is right on the water front
and the whole place reeks
of cheerios.

The smell is out of place
like finding my childhood
wrapped in plastic
left to die behind
the train station.

Fulton used to smell like
chocolate before
Nestle closed the plant;
the first chocolate
factory in America.
I remember riding my
bike through town and
smelling it everywhere
especially when they
burned a batch.
The baseball park
was down by the plant
and you know I never felt
like a part of that team,
those people, that town.

Abandoned buildings
and buildings yet
to be abandoned
look exactly alike
under Sunday's metal sky.