Friday, June 3, 2011

second night

Ice my knee at
30th and Madison
8th floor window 8 floors up
(old and worn out I'm--)
watching little black dog
in white apartment
how he plays so light,
how does he pay? to live so good, watches tv
on the couch-- Columbia campus sprinklers
to wash the sweat of day walking in New York,
little boy says "thank" you for his ball,
you gave it back to him, sounds so
Hell, bikinis for everyone in Central Park
the Night ain't getting any younger
just found morning and there are no
stars in Manhattan and bar full up with
old men puke on grates outside in alley ways
under apartment windows are brains that
think of life turn yellow, alive and
die, unconcerned

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