walking down Lower East Side
(02. 28.
2020.wenwenlin, edited 01.28.2021)
stand up comedy or sit
down dinner
Bowery Street is the
old kid in town.
toothless moon &
foggy stars
nudge
their heads from the cosmic dream stew,
and
sprinkle light dust on the mural wall
where
Banksy throws a flower bomb
and
the young street comedian
tells the same joke
for the tenth time.
a
gypsy woman rubs her dusty crystal ball, and
through
a blue light window along Tompkins Square Park,
she
beckons a fated couple passing relentlessly by
a
kaleidoscope rolls into the gutter, and no one notices...
in this devouring
Alphabet City,
all the rainbow cats
are hungry,
out chasing after the
midnight Moonlight
circling Katz' tables;
Goto Bar is the bar to
go to
break the dry January
spell--
miso vodka and
shiitaki martini, enough
to tickle
the
intrepid metrosexual barflies?
on Norfork street, a
blue bird
fearlessly perches on
the nose of
the once toppled
Lenin's statue--
ciao
for now, it twits, ciao for now, and flies away...
outside on the Ikebana
shop steps off 2nd Ave,
a languid white
chalk-faced Kabuki girl
patiently sits and
waits for the return of her morning star
not knowing yet her
heart will be broken before dawn
as i am walking down Lower East Side (poetic
license)
unto
St. Marks Place
with
the smell of whisky--
I've
got a lot of Bukowski in me.
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