Wednesday, December 26, 2012

4044. STREETLIFE SONG

STREETLIFE SONG 
Not getting washed much : nothing so 
bad as six months out. On the street. 
Pushcart to lariat, boulder to post, old 
feedback to older dumpster toast. And 
everywhere I look, something new is 
gone again. Every doorway that I knew 
by heart had an extra entrance for me : 
outside the miserable end of the Bowery. 
Bottles and booze, or scratch and weed, 
everything ready for every need.

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