who knows there are so many of them
trying to impress a dorky blend
compassion insight and the mere awareness
here it’s murky there is lots of black
occasional pashmina tight shirts walking skirts
and colored personal skin that’s very vague
and expletive with panty lines—sigh—
let’s all uncover it—
that one is pregnant and
two boys go by on roller shoes…
and another difficulty walking pin stripe
squares with red tie classical you should be
retired tired tie and all
your silky light hair disarrayed and
off to work you go with stiffness and concern
Learning to resolve, learning to dissolve, distort, depress, the discouragement of your name, learning about tanned skin, catalogs, and scans. How the coffee machine works, where you stand up where you stall where to stand up where to stall, how far to go, considering you are a hairy white man chubby belly straining plaid with ear phones and bewildered eyes—
My language is restrained, restricted, business-like, falling back on some discovery rhythm only there the emptiness of sea.
Moment in a corner—NYC 3rd Ave 48th & 49th or is it 47th & 48th? So much music, so much silence on the streets. So many walking, so much purpose.