a blank page blinding me under a sun
an asscrack sidewalk day
a ribbon melting
a slow awake affluence in tongues
clatter of bicycle chains
on the bowery the coffee bean
brilliance
the artists
the ass cracks
the glass with the sky
reflected inside it the craft
of the structure
the people in spite of it
the trees springing through
all the concrete and hangovers
here is some greenery
take what you
want of it
and the heat and espresso
steam sunglasses on
it installs a whole
world to cast my dreams upon
it would take a whole age
to dismiss but with
just one swift
kick from her boot
it all spirals away into dust into space
into cultures
decay
Jesus it is starving
where are you
I need you
I felt you
or else I once felt the idea of you
now I am empty
a page in the sunshine
a perfect example a
creature in night time
hotel rooms bar rooms
municipal vehicles
machinery of adult things
I weep for a childhood