DAY'S CLOSING
On the street, wise Wall rose and,
busted, groped the sunning elves,
those gnomes of knowing, creeping,
searching for dead knowledge of
their loss or gain. And onto all of
that the wise Sun shone : On blinding
Sun, in nickel matinees and strip-tease
dances in the naked flesh of sordid day.
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Tin-gray (and tunny), the lots of
auto-didacts were maiming themselves
and, suddenly stationary, were lining
the lunar nicks of running time.
Sensation. Mother of the maiden
rhyme. (I can't do it, can't I, time).
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Broadway whom I love; the gun-stalls
and the bookeries, the food and penny
arcades, the cheaps, the bordellos. Ten
dollars for a wet erosion; limousine,
blue neon scene. Dying heaps of the
caterwaul. I - and dreaming - see
the purple ocean harbor rise and
capture; twist, recede and spiral.
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The violent pale faces of the crowds
seem screaming, Munch-like walkers
over a hooded bridge of time - no one
sees me knowing I am there with them.
A self-bought insularity keeps me.
always knowing where the other lurks.
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Tell them, tell them, buying, as they
sell: There is no other, watching,
keeping counters' scores with a
whistle to admonish. Hell. Yet
they are all still living?
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I shall light this smoke, and wait some,
to see the struggling dwarf depart.
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Broad Wall weeps, as Maiden Lane
eyes the slick expanse 'neath rainy
skies, despondent, thrown, and deluged
now like rage across two fiery seas.
The nation throws in ships its wastes
along the worthless marine caverns
while soiled men bet their fortunes
on outcomes unknown. Awkward.
Thrown. Like dice, for years a'tumble,
revived, revised, alive.
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Smokes the unknown ground, abreast,
its steam and subway groan; a running
subterranean fury kept disguised. Our
commerce rules the figured sky; the
numbers romp, the billions build. The
hordes, upon their sinking slopes,
descend in droves some mother ship
to master. Pealing, does not old, fair
Trinity let us know, by its manifest
of the graveyard dead, what worth
has any of this? Let us know now,
please : disaster, striking, striking.
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Some scape; few trees. Watch the
snow descend, o'er the small park
of Man-King : Dollar; build, renew,
sacred arch; bold wall, again. The
dark eludes the fire. The fire eludes
the smoke; the situation's dire. The
crazy madman spoke.
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