DISCOURSE
(situation savage sandwich)
They were standing by the pier, doing nothing really,
right over where the fish market used to be : Fulton,
that is. Now a sad and abandoned nothing trying to
fill itself with happiness and touristy glee. I won't
add to this confusion. Let you see : 15 Japanese
tourists out strumming cameras like guitar-fish
stringing violins, 2 folks from Germany, in that
standard German tongue consulting a map and
pointing. A harbor-tour boat plying customers
with thrumming beats and a few barkers at
shore. A bunch of shuttered stores, and not much
more. The rain, the cold, a storm with wind, and
memories - that was all that was there. No
guidebook yet for that; I don't think anyway.
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If the stormy new Mayor came by right now,
even he would stumble in this gloom - trying
to give the city away he'd lose it all real soon.
Indigents in each compartment of the Dowry-Berry
Star-Room, stateless small people from southern
climes and nasty drunkards entwined in vines.
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I could bet even I'd be there soon : give me your
tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to
be free. Yes, well, anyway all that. It's a joke, for
sure, a joke too late for the learning. The what-
to-be for the who-should-have. I cannot ask any
new questions. They've all been asked already.
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