Robert Maplethorpe's holding a dark beige stick,
waving out the piss-iron subway windows...
In the tunnel, a skull-capped man,
Sprays from a can "Not Intended for Graffitti."
(Heh heh)...
He sprayed:
PENIS!
Someone's coming!
run over dense ghost feet,
breathing urine and exhaust fumes.
We pound up to the ground level.
on the infamous Orange line.
Someone's cooking fish heads loudly,
On all 4 corners of the block....
A tan guy with a weathered brass saxophone
blows deep azure for Miles.
We see a headline blowing down the street,
from a black and white issue of the Boston Globe,
splintered by some homeless men's fire:
JOHN LENNON MURDERED
And we burned a Buddhist candle in grief,
That was a virgin candle,
never before encountering fire. |
Submission Name: But It Seemed So Profound Last Nigh
