Sprung from the head
in Crown Heights
skipped to Rockaway Beach
Blissed out on the seawall
Its firework Wednesdays
From Coney Island and Playland
like the apotheosis of Pegasus
Bugging out on Callisto and Diana by day
It’s a good copy, travels well
to 256th street minus one
The Sicilian gas pumper makes the scene
say it ain’t so
we spiral down
to hot Bronx nights and echoing catwalks
flat dead rat in the gravel pit
it’s a stickball double
glass milk bottles explode at nite
its first floor heaven
Smell the pit. lazy fucks
can’t make it to the incinerator |
