Monday, August 19, 2013

4574. SPLAY-LEGGED THE CART MAN

SPLAY-LEGGED
THE CART-MAN

I took a generous toll on my own life; Perry Street
down to the end. The three garbage cans in a row
went flying. There was source to the noise and the
silence. The fellow with the double lips was standing
in place. I saw a black Hudson Hornet roll by.
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When I first arrived in the city I had nowhere to go.
I rolled up a shirt in a jacket, and slept in the back
of the alley. Each morning there was sweat on my
brow. Multifarious, my negative mind.
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Now all these years later, like a moth in a firefly rub,
I can skip tunes at will and run along the street. I am
fine and hale and happy. Oh gee.

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