Saturday, October 29, 2011

1st Avenue Routine

Echoing the millions of steps
before these I trot down
familiar chameleon streets,
their shadowed skins pulled
tight over my own,
caked with rats and shaking
with a cacophony of catcalls,
the thud of drunken pratfalls,

Surrounded by the piss-tinged gall
draped on me, on you, on all,
an overcoat of potential adventures
to seize these 13th Street tropes,
to open our throats to
the lurking nightlife,
shady assailant with an unsteady knife

A mugger with deadly poise
when it has an arm around
our shoulders as soon as our jaws
go slack in it's friendly squeeze,
it strikes unseen
under the happy sheen of
stupid whiskey grins

These evenings sending
us lurching down the street,
bodies languid with lust
trusting our trains
will bring us safely
home again.

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