5215. POSTAGE STAMP BOX ART

POSTAGE STAMP BOX ART

(11th street)

Here I am next to Webster Hall, standing

by a post office which sells DaVinci postage

stamps in blocks of sixty or so : as I think it

anyway. The fury still resounds of music hall

laughter and all those old political signs  -  knots 

of people acting as one to react and provoke. The

labor leaders now of a world long gone dead.

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For me. For me. Inside the Post Office it is today's

fat world, and I watch them lining up  -  their struggling

packages and mistaken letters and forms. Slovak, Italian,

East European, Hispanic, Black, and Indigent all together.

Your tired and hungry and poor defectives abound : and

then the hip, once. Patent leather. Gay glasses and Izod

limbs and livers. 'The Virgin and Child With St. Anne

and St. John the Baptist' is now being sold at Window

12. A boatload of wanderlust to the traveling servants

of St. Dread. Boat to port. Reel to real.

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Outside  -  still slathered with my pain, the crazy neon

sign of Gotham Billiards yet punctuates the time across

the street from Webster Hall; while wise-ass kids pass

the time eating donuts, and mothers and grandmas roll

something on wheels by windows; windows and shops

all in a row. Everything aligned, everywhere I go. 

DaVinci postage stamps, for sale and Window 12.