MY DILATION IN THE TIME-WARNER BUILDING
And then the cantilevered conversation that went nowhere
had brought me home to risk : again without a show,
a hammer OR a claw. I glanced upwards once, at
the mirrors lining the top moldings, and saw the
multi-colored stars of someone's idea of decoration.
Little kids were looking up with their mothers.
A sculpted fat-lady in bronze stood naked
on a pedestal of sandstone. A few
people were taking pictures.
And then the cantilevered conversation that went nowhere
had brought me home to risk : again without a show,
a hammer OR a claw. I glanced upwards once, at
the mirrors lining the top moldings, and saw the
multi-colored stars of someone's idea of decoration.
Little kids were looking up with their mothers.
A sculpted fat-lady in bronze stood naked
on a pedestal of sandstone. A few
people were taking pictures.
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