Window into the Square

Reflections on Washington Square Park - The lives

gazes burn bleaching through darkness
sharp stiletto heels piercing
through sponges

I must have fallen in love with the tyranny

the stage juts into crowds
but I’m alone
and standing
while you watch for
Madonna’s Jesus to rise
like bread on Passover
even though some questions
are never overheard in New York
and I’ll sing to you a Manishtanah
and you won't know what it means
so what makes you think that I
ever believed
in

this

everything radiates from the center
of something
repressed or otherwise
formalist sorts of fetishes
the way he falls on her
neck
the way he falls around her
waist
the ways he falls on her
falling
on her
downward and undressed

I think it was that first time
I realized you had
a Green soul
and that's the only reason
you were telling me to
turn the lights off
and not some sort of symbolism

so think I'll try out Bartelby's 'preferred'
and not pay heed
to judgments about
my pound of flesh
and whom i give it to

I'll carry my heart in a fishnet
perfumed with lavender
and something lonely
and we can stroll together
as long as we don't hold hands,
because that means too much

and I’ll stay in the third paragraph
of your religion
while you read ahead
because I’m not ready
and maybe I’ll never make it
in this young-ish antiquity

I’m ironing a blue ribbon
inside out
so that it comes out violet
like the sun
that's cancerous

see, i'm laughing because
even if it hurts,
irony is funny

because I hear pearls are bad luck
so maybe you should have
bought me flowers
and i would have loved you more
without the sex

Kerouac is dead
so there are no more secrets