lower Canal St,
it's mainly about a token mainline,
Soho Manhattan
it's Newfoundland fish peddlers
linedup, the city's last hope
that night I heard a man cry out,
high-heeled hipsters watching
stud cowboy riverfront sightseers pointing,
laughing, retreating
as if from a pestilential outbreak,
the grieving man rocking
scarred arms dripping
poisoned lungs choking-
I called the cops
many consider themselves
concrete jungle survivors,
yet we stumble
giving no shit
which gutter will summon
our decayed bodies,
ironically the same sewers
not too distant from garish midtown
Radio City Guggenheim retrospectives
9/20/73