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