WORDS THAT STICK
Yes, that's right; I'd wish the entire world
would remember every phrase here and
never forget a word : like the saints and
the sinners in some Billy Joel world, banging
that sound in the Garden - week after week
after week. Outside the entry, twisted little
flowers try to grow in a New York diminished
sunlit world. It seems everything's exaggerated,
yet sometimes there's little to get of what you
really need. Midnight oases are everywhere.
Drunken cabaret leaflets staggered like the
leaning ladies learning to drink and laugh
at once. Take then home, and then watch.
One time in Philadelphia instead of here, I
jumped in front of a street car and yelled,
determined as I was to have it run me down.
It jumped the tracks and made a left instead.
It seems everything's exaggerated, like I said.
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