Razor blade - sharp - shines at my eye.
Trumpeter plays the Dreiwitz pygmy horn, silenced for the hundredth time by the arriving uptown F.
There's never been a quick transfer at the 2nd Avenue Station.
Not for me in 15 years.
His licks sound like a blind cat sweeping his claws against linoleum
for a chance to find a bottlecap (his own toy invention),
once belonging to a 2-liter bottle of coca-cola or pepsi.
With arms raised, another stretches out the bullshit of the day.
It sheds but unfortunately, he gets it on everyone else -
because he feels it, he's relieving himself.
Men think they are cute - in movies directed by women.
Period pieces... so lonely are they.
They dress the part and their faces say -
Mother me up
For everything, I feel.