5510. FENESTRATE

FENESTRATE

I left my pencil on the ledge, right next to where

that asshole jumped from  -  goodbye to all that, 

as Robert Graves wrote in 1929. I'll take it all

back again too. I'm riding my petrified motorcycle

down Rahway Avenue. I'm running right past the 

prison when I think of you : Tinkerbelle scat-squad

gay-blade inmate. Lock down in key town, remember?

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On 34th street they keep the big money as small change, 

and they wander too  -  between apple-carts and the 

sunglass man, the pretzel guy and the pastry slops. Tourists

come out from Dubuque and ask me : where is the illicit

center of all attraction here? I take them to my room

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At night, the sky drops like a blackboard guillotine;

all those crazy heads go flying off.