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I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons
a vagabond begging for three pennies and a
princess
a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in
a batty senior citizen flashing that awful
teethless grin
I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk
crate with a stog'
a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap
hooker, jay walkers
a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin'
dominos down
a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town
I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican
flags
I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of bursting
(boom)
I saw a blind man with a dog screaming someday
I'll see it all
and then he sat down with his hammer and saw
business men with multi-colored ties, cashmere
checks
a nazi with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war
vet
a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp
with his names
a thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging
their purses
I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo hair
a mother smackin' the grin off her child,
replaced it with a stare
a pothole, a storefront with a broken open sign
a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the
gutter, it's closing time
I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi
driver
a squatter, a grandfather, an angry
right-to-lifer
I can see the roof garden on the apartment across
the street
and kick myself because somewhere along the way I
lost my seeds
I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy
student
a black man with a horn and a will to make you
sit and listen to it
I see a little girl on the corner with bubbles,
braids and barrettes
I see a teen mother with similak pacifier and
regrets
oh, a day turned stale, a hammer with a rusty
nail, a failed marriage
a universe of brick buildings slightly off
balance
a challenge, I see a chance to add real colors to
my favorite palette
raise my mighty mallet towards the gods and swing
my talons
I see a crack in the sidewalk
a slide show of six civilians gripping bottles of
gideon
sitting inside bent meridian
there's a fun house ooh, a sun spout
spraying yellow beams above yellow back dreams
and children in the hydrants
tyrants(?), I see sirens
the wall to the glamor standard
a dead bird, a bent curb
a bus stop of commuters waiting to have their
souls towed off to work
I seen the slap dash habits of bike messengers
paws
and hug that good leaf on the way to damaged
packages, dependence
oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all aboard
a carnival amusement park where a heart is a
luxury
I see a gas galaxy huddled behind those pearly
doors
maybe I should sit up on my fire escape a little
more
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