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