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Editor Greenwich Village Gazette
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For Garcia Lorca

hurtling, dreaming
driven like a mad horse
on the broken dotted lines of roadway ahead
the light bridge
Pulaski bracelet of steel
tugging forward
lurching racing
over under
up, up, up
the palisade the
footing, the
worm-like tunnel
into the juicey, fruity
core
Oh, NEW York!
rapper-like sounds and a hush
the alarm, sirens in the distance
a black and grey scene. People dart
to and fro and across
the windshield screen
all shape and size/color
no
one knows anyone
other
how could so many seem so very
alone?
plus they are ascared!
Sinatra lives it's
all wrong, yet,
alright and still so...
so very very
still the same
New York.
More cool streets
still cobble stoned
special neighbors parade.

Lustrous grime, watery eyes
flashes
rainy white light
off the streets
the streets
the streets
the streets
defrocked temple
gone-down to cash
conservative
backlash

II
barefooted mystic dancers
glide tiny-toed thru the
turbans on the cabbies head
khrishna kab
chinamen took over
already they're at war
for the skrip of the poor.
like the old germans & jews
down on the east side
but the gangs are black
cops still spunky, gutsy,
fat, dark, taking, helping
keep crime on their streets.
They walk the beat on the
paved over paved
over street.
Barking poodles, ladies,
boyfriends, persona plus
non grata.
Anything goes.
Everything goes.
New York.

Union City, 1996

© Copyright, 2001, Richard E. Schiff.
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